Simran Nagpal

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Abruptly, she reaches out, slapping a hand over my mouth, surprising us both by cutting me off. Her fingers are soft and warm, slightly clammy pressed against my lips. My lips part, and I nip at her finger, causing her to yelp, cutting her eyes at me. As quickly as she placed them there, she snatches her hand back toward her, falling to her side like she’s been burned.
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