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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I moved Cassandra due to several reasons. 

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— I'm here while watching H50 and eating dinner. Bleh

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I want the K. - Killian

Send me ‘I want the K’

7. Romantic Kiss

Lips  gently  caressed the bearded ones of her lover as soft fingers trailed along the line of his jaw. It was a  unique  way  of   kissing; impossible  to  describe, impossible to teach. Only love might be able to.      Even  though  their  bodies were close to another, sharing the familiar warmth as they kissed, it was as if  nothing  of  this  was  truly  happening. Something seemed  not  right  to  her  touch. One might wonder whether this a was a dream or not.     Softly breathing, her lips parted from his and dark shimmering eyes didn’t leave his face as she took in ever  so  little  detail  of  his face, as if it was her very last chance. Then,  in the next moment, the touch of warm  hands  reached  up  to  cup  both sides of his face,  giving him  support  as  she gently pulled him down  to  plant another kiss on lips. A kiss far more steamier than the last one,  yet  she seemed to drift further away  with  each  brush  of  his  lips  against hers.  Soon she was out of reach and far away from him.   The white fabric of her dress danced with the wind as she turned to look at him once more.   Likefog separating from the touch of air,  she  vanishedfrom the sight of forget-met-not blue eyes,   leavingnothing behind but a memory she  hoped he wouldcherish until the end of his time — until  they wouldwould see each other again.

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