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he kisses her again, before she gets out of the car
they're parked in front of her house, the motor purring like a satisfied cat all the while
his lips press to her cheek
she wonders whether or not she wants their next target to be her own
his icy blue eyes glimmer with inscrutable emotion
she can't stop staring at his mouth
she's never really taken notice of lips before
but his are a work of art
she wants to kiss him, she realizes
he knows it too
he doesn't kiss her
at least, not then

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