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hand…ught all I wanted was a proper goodbye. Now I don’t even know why I ghosted him in the first place. I don’t know anything any more, except the colour of his eyes, and the warmth of his hands, and the hunger he fed me with his kiss.
Marsha Adams
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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She is SO smitten with him!
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