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007
CLYONE
Right after I placed the last pillow in the middle, I heard a shutter sound together with a flash that lighted the area where I was bent down, which caused me to see my own shadow. Wrinkles became evident on my forehead as I turned to face you. There, I saw you holding a white camera on your right hand while a polaroid one on your left hand.
"Geeze. You don't have to take pictures of my back. I don't look good."
It was your turn to pucker your face which caused me to let out a soft laugh. I crawled to reach your place as you were sitting near the exit and sat at your front to check the polaroid that was on your hand as well. But right the moment my face went closer to yours, you stole a quick kiss on my right cheek which caused me to turn my head on you with a blank face. You didn't let a single second pass. Before I could even process what you did, you already smashed your lips on mine again. But I think I had too much light make out today, though I answ
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