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Her dress was onyx. He rested his chin on her shoulder. Her hair was down. His was oiled black. It curled at the nape of his neck. She was at the vanity. A clutch with an onyx flower sat beside her hand. One. Two. Rings on fingers. Around his neck, his tie dangled. 

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His shirt. Wet. It comes out in the shower. Hands against the pebbled glass, love at first when the heat came.