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Hands that reach, hands that withdraw. Hands that run along spines and hands that weld iron. Hands that run through hair and hands that bury the dead. Hands. And the hands that belong to Him. Baz. ~Simon and Baz~
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"Loving you is as inescapable as breathing." "Well, we all know what happens when you hold your breath." Simon holds my face in his hands and gives a quick, soft kiss to my nose. "Breathe, Baz."

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