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The Party and The Quickie
Adrian's eyes never left Jeanne as she descended the stairs. He felt an unspoken longing to be near her, to reach out and take her hand, to dance with her under the stars and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. It was a feeling of young love, a feeling that was pure and innocent. As Jeanne reached the bottom of the stairs, their eyes locked again, and a shy smile played on Adrian's lips. He felt a rush of courage, as if he had the power to conquer the world, driven by the feelings that had awakened within him. Adrian found himself drawn to Jeanne like a moth to a flame. He couldn't help but seek her out in the crowd, eager to be by her side, to share in the joy of her special day. The night further unfolded with Jeanne at the center of the whirlwind of joy and celebration. She danced wi
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