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As she nibbles on my earlobe, it feels as if vines have grown from my heart. They twist, push, and sprout from my chest like the first leaf emerging from the soil. They touch, feel, and wrap themselves in a woven entanglement with her own. They then pull on each other until both of our hearts are squeezed together, and beat as one.
-Just Like Before 
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