Madeleine Marshall

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The way she kissed was different, too. She seemed like she was exploring me, trying me out. At one point I saw that her eyes were open, looking at my face. Which should have been off-putting, but it wasn’t. Her eyes were big and dark and curious. Like we had invented something new, that nobody in the world had tried before, and she didn’t want to miss a moment of it. All of those things were odd and confusing to me.
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