evafossxx
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All I knew was that I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and his breath in my ear and his voice throughout every living thing in me, yet I knew it could never be enough.
She lacked hope.
family.
originality.
He lacked love.
help.
a story.
And maybe, just maybe, they could help each other out.
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