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Truman walked through the door and there she was. Sylvia. He slowly walked over to her. When he was in front of her, he stopped and just looked at her.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"Hi," she said back, just as quietly
He gently grabbed her face and started to lean down slowly. His lips softly brushed hers and when he felt her respond, he pressed his lips more firmly to hers.
They stood there kissing, for what felt like eons to them, but they eventually had to break apart for air. He stood there, holding her in his arms and said, "I love you, Sylvia".
"I love you, too, Truman."
Truman grabbed her hand and linked his fingers with hers. "Let's go get some pizza," he said cheekily. Her twinkling laugh made him smile widely and they walked out of the studio, hand in hand.
