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"We have to split up," I whispered to Sullivan.
"What?! Why??" he pleaded
"Just because the alarm sounded doesn't specifically mean that there are two soldiers trying to escape. Now go! And don't get caught." He looked at me for a second and suddenly leaned in. His lips brushed against mine, pulling away just as fast has he came in. His chocolate brown eyes looking at me intensely - well, more like looking into me intensely.
"I had to do that at least once in my life", he whispered as he climbed out and ran down the end of the corridor.
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