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Bucky had kissed him. And Sam had pulled away, because that beautiful golden sunset made Bucky's hair gleam with the faintest touch of blond, that rare summer breeze hissed like a dying missile past Sam's ears, the kiss was so familiar, too familiar, and Sam was falling, falling- ("Let yourself be happy, Sam. Please.")
the bigger your heart, the harder you fall
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