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You put down your cigarette, got up from your chair and started walking towards mines. You stood behind me, and the tip of your hand barely touched the surface of my back. My body shuddered completely, making me wonder what we were still doing as guests at somebody else's wedding.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
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You put down your cigarette, got up from your chair and started walking towards mines. You stood behind me, and the tip of your hand barely touched the surface of my back. My body shuddered completely, making me wonder what we were still doing as guests at somebody else's wedding.
rachel-saliba
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
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