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Only Two

He, turned backward in the desk, his baggy jeans slopped slightly of his waist, and grabbed her hand. She, facing forward in the desk, Its’ top carrying marks of permanence as signs of love’s enduring transformation. Her shoulder length hair waved and bobbed with every giggle and playful fit. They grabbed each others words like delighted children on Christmas morning. Their eyes fixed upon each other, completely oblivious to the rest of the class. She in her elbow length multi-colored gloves, he with backward facing baseball cap. The youthful glow of their faces became even more vibrant as they embraced.