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His knee presses in between her own. Hands move up to the ones she'd settled over his shoulders. Pushing them up as she gets shoved fully.
At least her back gets to come into contact with something soft.
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|| And I'm feeling like a ghost
And it's what I hate the most
'Cause I'm giving up aga——
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