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I could still smell her hair as she passed by. It’s sweet vanilla, blended into the metallic lights and buzzes of the crowd. It made me light headed. She returns my smile, her wrinkles bring out a sense of nostalgia, or perhaps they are expressly a symbol of lost hope, of yearning and regret. Apart from her eyes, which still hold that youthful boldness. These (eyes) have seduced me in the first place.