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i remember when talking with him used to make my face flush red, my heart race and my breathing erratic. i had this look on my face that let everyone around me think i was keeping a secret and i was. from reading him, to hearing him, to kissing him, to touching him and i know i would never be the same after that. i didn’t care if he was talking about work or us, i loved hearing him and i loved how it physically touched me.
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