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I stumbled upon a belief that a mole on one's face is a remnant of a past lover's kiss. And without ever intertwining our fingers, without ever holding hands, a mole discovered beneath my left eye, emerging just after you departed from my day. I adore this memento as though it's the ultimate testament to our connection.
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