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... lungs, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the fact that every time I blink, I see it again.
The kiss.
His lips against mine. The sound he made—small, surprised, real.
I keep replaying it over and over again, like some deranged fool who just discovered what happiness feels like.
I skid to a stop on the sand, clutching my knees, chest heaving. My face is hot, my heart pounding, and I can’t decide if I want to scream or laugh. Maybe both.
"Goddamm ...
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