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He turns back to me a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian outback.
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He sits next to me the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses igniting his eyes with esoteric light pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
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