kiss

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I kissed her. I don't remember our first kiss. I wish I did.

Sometimes I don't remember things. My life is a never ending story of crazy. A week worth of shit happens for me to the point where it feels like a month.

But this isn't about me, it's about her. Her lips were soft and she tasted of flavored nicotine. I wanted to kiss her so hard to the point that the flavor disappeared.

She didn't know this. The kiss wasn't anything relationship wise. I think she liked the affection and I was willing to give her just that and every bone in my body.

 I think she liked the affection and I was willing to give her just that and every bone in my body

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