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She kisses me. She’s kissing me. It takes me a second to get my bearings. I’m frozen for a moment, with one of her hands clasping mine and the other cupping the back of my neck so she could pull herself up to me. I boomerang in and out of my body before it comes together.
Left of Forever (Spunes, OR, #2)
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