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"Baby I'm cold." Harry whines, "Can we cuddle to warm me up please?" Harry pouts.
"No. You'll get me sick too." You chuckled. "Well don't blame me if you see me staring at you because all I want is to kiss those lips of yours and sleep with you in my arms."

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