Leanne

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Someone was singing. I take a step closer before freezing. My feet are glued to the spot I stand on as a tremor works its way through my body and down to my very core. A warm and tender feeling spreads in me, flowing through every vein and bone and filling me with it as it quickly consumes me whole. It takes even the air from my lungs as it moves.  A voice rings in my head, a feeling of surety joining it with a single word. Mate.
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