They debated about the existence of love. They said it was a hormone. They said there was no such thing. In time, a beautiful cloud passed over. Somewhere, they smelled a warm cake. Somewhere in a car, a song began to play on a scratchy sound system. They remembered - cycle rides on the beach, feeding donkeys on hill-tops, mother's day cards that had purple butterflies painted on them, fireflies in a jar, sugarcane for the teacher, blue checked shirt that got torn with overuse. They remembered and they smiled. Over what, who knows? Then they looked up this smile in a thesaurus. And it came up with this word: love.
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