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Good morning on this snowy Sunday!
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You kiss me and my heart fractures into a thousand pieces and melts into nothing.

Your hands skim my arms, fingers twining perfectly. I close my eyes and see stars, galaxies.

"Oh..." Maya stands in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. Light filters into my room from the hallway. She starts laughing, and you do to. Your face presses to my shoulder, and my sister sighs. "Just like old times. Supper's ready, you guys."

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