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“No. Don't ask ask me why I'm cold, pull me into your arms instead and make me warm again. Your arms being the blanket, your chest being the pillow and your heart being the cappuccino... Filling me up with a love so warm, that all the ice I received from fake love, melts away..”

- Marlette

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