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Andrea—
You are the sweetest. Sweeter than the ripest, reddest strawberry on Earth; sweeter, even, than the sugar I do not consume.
Andrea—
You scald me. Like molten lava scorches and shapes the rocks which lie in its path, you burn me, and leave me a changed woman.
Andrea—
The only thing I used to look forward to, during long days spent in my office, was the best coffee New York City had to offer.
Now, it is you.
And you, too, are the best.
Not just here on Earth, but everywhere.
You—
The brightest star in the universe.
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