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This morning I was visiting a friend who works at Taco Bell. She had a friend who was coming to stay with her. His name was Rahul Khanna. He was very handsome, easy to talk to. We were getting along fabulously, and there was an instant connection. You know the kind where, when you're hanging out on the couch watching a Bollywood flick, you just kind of snuggle together, maybe hold hands. Not too intimate, but just enough to forget there's anyone else in the room.

I had just finished doing a load of laundry that didn't seem to wash properly in the washing machine (must remember not to put too much in those things!), when Rahul came and grabbed my hand, and much like the film Bollywood/Hollywood (which, incidentally, I had just just recently seen), he led me through my house until we found a room free of other inhabitants. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me, lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom.

"I don't know when it happened," he started to say, "but all those little things that you do have driven me crazy. I've fallen in love with you."

"I love you too," I tell him before we embrace in a passionate kiss and....


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