Desiree

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I see my friend approach her front porch. The one where her husband sits on the steps waiting for her. He greets her with open arms, and she moves in to straddle his lap before dropping her mouth to his. It’s sweet. But more than that, it’s…appealing. I bet they’d want to stay alive in a zombie apocalypse just so they could have more time together.
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