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Her skin was warm and smooth, with her face burrowing into the arch of my shoulder. It felt nice… Almost like an actual home coming… That thought made me open my eyes I hadn't noticed I’d closed. My cheek pressing into the crown of yellow-hair which smelled of sweet shampoo and something purely Lillian's. It was comforting… With my nose touching the crest of her head, I inhaled that unique scent. Like a freshly creased book, blowing on an oceans breeze.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Blowing on an oceans breeze
Her skin was warm and smooth, with her face burrowing into the arch of my shoulder. It felt nice… Almost like an actual home coming… That thought made me open my eyes I hadn't noticed I’d closed. My cheek pressing into the crown of yellow-hair which smelled of sweet shampoo and something purely Lillian's. It was comforting… With my nose touching the crest of her head, I inhaled that unique scent. Like a freshly creased book, blowing on an oceans breeze.
Nickel
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
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