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That Kiss: Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did, blah, blah, blah. She stood staring off into the distance, her fingers absently running back and forth across her lips, remembering THAT kiss. No man's lips had ever caused her to feel what his had made her feel, the warmth, the tingle way down deep in her soul that made her knees weak. Could she ever hope to have that feeling again? Had she driven a wedge between them that would keep her from the ecstasy that was his kiss? A sound somewhere in the distance, snapped her back to reality. "Furlow, old girl", she said, as a single tear fell, "That flyboy's long gone". [*LOL* Author's comment: Betcha didn't see THAT coming.] |
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