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to. And in her presence, my tongue constantly itched to come out. Her scent tasted exquisite. Delicate and fresh, like the clean air of the early hours of a sunny day, before the morning dew evaporated from the leaves and before the wind mixed the scent of the waking world into a big melting pot. And underneath it all, that tiny drop of heat, the same one that had emanated from Serena the first time we spoke by the border, after I brought the dead Flayer to her.
