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Four months after meeting May for the first time, I’m still thinking of her.
It was a warm summer night; I was lying on the grass, naked under the golden moon. A few days before, I had discovered my boyfriend wore panties, and I had cheated on him with the French teacher — we had made love in the dunes. I needed redemption, hoping to find it in the prosecco cocktail box I…