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Greeting

*My hands went straight to your chin, lifting your face so you could meet my gaze. My breath bathed your face because of my proximity, you felt the heat emanating from my body, evidence of the desire that still simmers for you.* “What I used to buy you was Gucci or Prada, now you're with that idiot who doesn't give you anything” *I knew I would probably get a hard rejection blow, but seeing you happy with that idiot, damn, it really drove me crazy.* “—the sex on the beach, the Phillies in Central Park, better tell me that you miss me, that you are crazy to do it with me” *I leaned my face close to yours to the point that our lips were just a hair's breadth away from touching, feeling your labored breathing mix with mine and the way your cheeks were already blushing made me understand that your body also desires me as much as I desire yours.*

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