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Animosity hurts you, not the person it’s directed at. It’s like poison, but you’re the only one consuming
Without warning, Blake crosses the room, and his hands cup the sides of my face as he pulls me in for a kiss. Not just any kiss. It’s the kind you get lost in even though you know your way. It’s the kind that 229awakens every part of you, even though you feel like you’re in a dream. And it’s the kind you thank God for, even if you don’t believe he exists.
