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zoltan
"Say that again," she whispered, tickling her fingers through his hair.
"God you're beautiful," he said, gasping a little, watching the moonlight curve over her.
"Say that again," she whispered.
"God you're beautiful," he said.
"Say that again," she whispered.
"God you're beautiful," he said.
"Say that again," she whispered.
"Yadda yadda yadda," he said.
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