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His cold hand touch my cheek, it was bliss. The cold shock buzzed me back, as it made me stumble backwards.

His eyes were stoned cold, with his majestic smile. He grinned and turned around and walked away. I sprang up, and followed behind him through the dark, crystal night.

I loved him, as for he hit me it felt like a kiss.

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