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... into the abyss. His usually cold voice carried a hint of hoarseness, like a rich, intoxicating liquor that gets you drunk with a single taste.
It was a snowy day, and the weather was very cold. Yet, whether it was his body temperature or something else, she felt a rush of heat engulfing her whole being. His words were like an aphrodisiac, impossible to resist once consumed.
The air was extremely cold, a contrast of cold and heat, like ice and fire.
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These word ...
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