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“Garland kisses Cherie, licks salt off her brown shoulders. She loves him—he is...”
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
“She stood barefoot on the gravel watching clear droplets fall to the grass,...”
“But she wants to see everything— the delicate roof and walls caving in...”
