(oftentimes, this happens as a quick thing, a boozed-out night out of dancing, of escaping time schedules, screaming and deadlines. a glass, two glasses.
apparently, both of them need to feel belonging. his bandaged hand gently sets on the strands on the top of her hair, a gentle caress, a little quiet in his laugh.)
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apparently, both of them need to feel belonging. his bandaged hand gently sets on the strands on the top of her hair, a gentle caress, a little quiet in his laugh.)
I think we are right where we must be.