My forehead was against his as his breathing was at a fast rate. “Don’t leave me,” He said while the rain poured on the both of us. His lips were only centimeters away from mine and I could fell his warm breath on my lips. His green eyes gazed over my brown ones and I instantly knew one of us was going to get sick, but neither of us bother moving. His car’s headlights were casting our shadows across the muddy dirt road. “I can’t make any promises.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ, Dᴇsɪɢɴs ᴀɴᴅ Pᴀᴛᴇɴᴛs Aᴄᴛ 1988. Tʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇs/ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. Aɴʏ ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀs ᴀɴ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ. Aɴʏ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴡ.
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