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"Basil, the child, the hand it's coming!" I screamed as a giant hand cane toward me. It grabbed me, picked me up. "Hello, Manuel." The child stroked me. It took me somewhere and sat down. I was lowered to the legs of this human, they put their hands around me, it cuddled me... Basil and Manuel are Gerbils. They lived forever in fear of their juvenile owner until a car nearly kills them and it pushes the cat. "Maybe it loves us" they say in unison. This could be the start of a lasting friendship.
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Before I knew it, Folu grabbed my hand and pulled me flushed against his body and enclosed me in his arms. He tilted his head and sloped forward, smashing his mouth against mine. Gently pushing me backward until my back hit the door. And his palm reached to cup my chin possessively Fopefolu growled against my mouth, nipping on my lower lip. It was like my soul has been consumed because I have forgotten myself in that moment. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotions inside of me. My hands moved from my side to his neck instinctively. And my fingers behind his head. Suddenly my brain jotted back to reality and I place a light hand on Folu's chest, pushing him away. "No! We can't." I whispered, piqued at what I'd just done. "Why?" He asked drawing back slowly. "We just can't, okay?" I stated furiously. Just then did I notice a figure standing few feet away from us. It was that of a man. And he had a myriad of expression flitted on his face. It was a mixture of shock, hurt and disappointment. "Oh No! Kiitan!" The words slipped out my mouth. I started towards him. "This is not what it looks like." He instantly turned and was leaving. I ran after him, calling out to him but he did not turn around once.

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