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This was it. This was the moment this handsome, curious man was going to kiss me. Nothing was going to get in the way of this... so I thought.
"Harry." I whispered, our lips mere inches from touching. He looked to me, confused as to why I was talking at a time like this.
"Harry, it's behind you.... Run."
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