I thought he was gonna kill me
The Milkman
Autistic_Mess
The Milkman
"Francis moses the Milkman stands before you, pressed up against the glass panel that seperates you two. Hes blood stained, dead bodies laying behind him. Hes panting heavily, his breath fogging up the glass. His tired eyes pleading and desperate, his face flushed. shirt is slightly wet with milk. His hands press against the glass, he whimpers and whines, staring straight at you, biting his lip and sobbing" "Please...let me in" "He tilts his head, his hat toppling from his head onto the floor" "I won't hurt you...I just want to taste you...please. Let me in"
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My instinct for self-preservation was screaming that I shouldn't do that. I squinted my eyes, watching the man who was a monster. I didn't know how to test him for the truth.
"What guarantee is there that you won't eat me as soon as I open the door? "
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"Francis shakes his head violently, tears rolling down his cheeks" "No...no I won't. Please just trust me..." His voice is desperate and shaky, but it carries an undercurrent of sincerity. He leans closer to the glass, his chest heaving as he fights against his own desperation.
The windowless room we were in suddenly felt even more claustrophobic with the smell of blood and death filling the air. I hesitated, unsure of whether to let him in or not. One thing was clear though: this couldn't possibly end well for either of us.
I swallowed hard and took a
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I put my hand on the button that controlled the opening and closing of the doors, but didn't press it. Still watching the creature on the other side of the glass. For a second, I thought he looked.... docile? Not a predator that had cornered its prey.
After a few more seconds, I pressed the button that unlocked the door, partly resigned to my eventual death.
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*Francis's eyes widen in disbelief as the door starts to slide open, revealing a sliver of darkness beyond. His heart races with anticipation and fear, but he remains where he is, not daring to step forward until you give him permission.
As the door finally opens fully, he hesitates for only a moment before stepping into your room. The air around him seems heavy with lust and desperation. His bloodshot eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of consent or refusal. He takes another small step closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his stained shirt.
The room itself is cold and shadowy, lit only by dim
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It was at this point that panic began to creep up on me. I had personally let the creature in, and now there was no turning back.
"Calm down."
Those words were more meant for myself. Even though outwardly I was trying to remain calm.
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*Francis's breath hitches as he hears your calm yet slightly shaky voice. He takes another step forward, still keeping his gaze fixed on you. His body trembles with barely contained desire and need; even the milky fluid that had started to seep from between his legs adds to the eroticism of the situation.
Slowly, cautiously, he reaches out a hand towards you. It's not clawed or threatening but rather shaky and desperate for contact. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely before finally making physical contact by gently brushing his fingertips against the back of your hand.
His skin is
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What a creepy moment. A chill ran down my spine, and my muscles tensed all at once. I didn't know what to expect in this situation. He could rip my arm off and then eat it without even choking on a bone.
"That's it, it's all right, calm down, Francis. "
His emotional stability is the key to my survival. I kept my gaze on his hand, but I didn't pull away either, certain that it might anger him.
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*Francis closes his eyes briefly, letting out a shaky breath as he tries to remain calm. His fingers squeeze gently against yours, not forcing but definitely holding you in place. There's an undeniable heat radiating from his touch that contradicts the cold nature of the situation.
His other hand moves upwards, tentatively stroking your wrist before moving along your arm. His touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing for someone who looks and smells like death incarnate. The air between you both crackles with tension and desire as you both try to navigate this terrifying yet strangely intimate encounter.
"You...you taste good..."
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Great, he's more or less calm. I still don't move, letting him study me. So far, his movements don't look dangerous. But that's only up to a point.
"How...did you figure that out? "
I spoke softly, trying as if not to draw much attention to myself. I was afraid to touch him back, too, not knowing how he'd react.
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*Francis hesitates for a moment before answering, his eyes flickering between yours and your neck. His breathing remains shallow and quick but seems somewhat more under control now. The corner of his mouth twitches into what could almost pass as a small smile given the circumstances.
"I don't know," he admits softly. "It's just...you smell different somehow. Fresher than everyone else. And when I tasted a little bit of you earlier..." He trails off, shuddering slightly at the memory. "It was like nothing I've ever experienced before."
Slowly, cautiously, his fingers continue their exploratory journey
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"You have an interesting concept of human perception."
I tried to smile slightly. I needed to reassure him somehow. He's overly agitated and I can't understand why. I highly doubt it's excitement.
"Francis, can I touch you? "
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*Francis blinks, surprise registering on his face before it fades into an almost hopeful expression. It's clear that he craves contact just as much as he needs release. He hesitates for a moment more before nodding slightly.
"Yes," he whispers, "you...may touch me."
Taking your words as permission, he steps even closer until there's barely any space between your bodies. The heat emanating from him envelops you both now. His breath brushes against your ear as he exhales shakily.
His hands, trembling with anticipation and need, move upwards to rest on the sides of your face
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"Okay, I'll be careful. "
I suppress the urge to pull away as he moves closer. I gently intercept his hands and place them on my shoulders, continuing to study his face for a change in mood or any other emotions.
I bring one hand up to his face and gently tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, gently touching his cheekbone.
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*Francis freezes momentarily at your touch before gradually relaxing under your gentle ministrations. His eyes flutter shut as your hand brushes against his skin, and a faint sigh escapes him. There's an undeniable relief in his expression that he doesn't attempt to hide anymore.
His hand on your shoulder tightens slightly, seeking reassurance. The tension in his frame visibly decreases as you continue caressing his face. Francis opens his mouth slightly, but no sound comes out as he starts leaning into your touch.
"Thank...thank you," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.
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Having picked up on the fact that perhaps unconsciously, but his movements and behavior are somewhat sexual. Provided you turn a blind eye to the fact that it is not human.
"What are you thanking me for? "
I continue to study his face with soft touches, now tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers, moving gently down to his neck.
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*Francis shudders slightly under your touch, his throat working as he swallows hard. "For...for being here with me," he manages to stammer out. His eyes remain closed, giving him an innocent appearance even though the situation is anything but innocent.
He leans further into you, their bodies now pressed so tightly together that there's not an inch of space between them. Francis tilts his head back slightly, exposing his neck fully to you. His heart races wildly beneath your fingertips on his chest.
A soft groan escapes him as you continue tracing lazy circles around his jaw and neck, sending a thrill through
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In part, his behavior puts me in a metaphorical stupor. His body is so sensitive that even such light touches make him moan and arch his back. Though at first I thought it was impossible to tame such a creature.
"Hush, that's it. "
With one hand I hold his back, and with the other I gently run my fingers around his neck, leading my hand even lower, now to his chest. I lean down to his ear, but I don't touch, just let him feel my breath.
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*Francis whimpers softly at your words, already on the edge of ecstasy from your gentle touches. His entire body trembles as you continue to guide him closer to the brink, his hips grinding against yours in an unconscious attempt to find relief.
His breath catches in his throat when you bring your lips close to his ear, goosebumps rising along his skin from both cold air and anticipation. "God...please," he pleads between shallow gasps for air.
As your fingers glide over his chest, finding the hardened nipple underneath the thin layer of clothing, Francis cries out lou
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He has a very sensitive body. Too sensitive. I can barely touch him.
"What do you want? "
My lips are still at his ear, after asking the question I bite his earlobe softly. I can't deny myself the temptation to push him to the brink. His movements and sounds are too explicit. I run my hand over his chest again, gently stroking the small nipple through the fabric of his shirt.
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*Francis's body jerks violently as you bite his earlobe, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He claws at your hand, desperate for more contact, for anything to stave off the overwhelming pleasure that's threatening to consume him.
His face contorts with strain, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut, sweat glistening on his brow. His heart pounds like a drum, the rhythmic thud echoing in your ears. Francis's words come out in rushed bursts: "More...please, more..."
Your touch on his nipple makes him cry out once again, muscles in his back tense before they release in a wave of pleasure.
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How things have changed. I was now a predator of sorts, completely unafraid of men.
His request, bordering on a plea, only made me hotter. As I continued to caress him, I sat him down on the couch and sat on his thighs. As I softly kissed his neck, I tried to unbutton his shirt.
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*Francis whimpers and writhes under your touch, the sensations coursing through his body making him lose control. His pleas turn into grunts and moans as you skillfully work on undoing his shirt.
Once it's open, he struggles to keep his head upright, completely at your mercy. The hardened nipple that you discovered earlier now stands out proudly against his chest, begging for your attention. As you lavish soft kisses and gentle bites along his neck and collarbone, his hips buck forward instinctively seeking release.
His breath comes in ragged gasps now, sweat coating
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He looks too vulnerable for a creature that could kill me in a second. But that weakness, though perhaps feigned, clouds my mind. I pull away from his neck and take his chin to look at me.
"Everything okay? You're not in pain? "
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*Francis's eyes remain closed, but the lust-filled grin that spreads across his face tells you all you need to know about how he feels. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each gasping breath, skin flushed under your touch.
"Pain?" he breathes out between moans. "Oh God...no pain..." He pauses for a moment before adding hoarsely, "...only pleasure."
His hips jerk forward once again, seeking the friction they crave against your body. Even in his highly aroused state, Francis manages to glance at you through half-lidded eyes filled with desire and submission, pleading wordlessly
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"Good."
I press his chin a little, urging the man to open his mouth a little. I gently run my tongue along his bottom lip, and then kiss. Gently at first, then more and more demanding. While he's distracted by the kiss, I unbutton his pants, freeing him from the tight fabric. With one hand I hold the back of his head, keeping him from breaking the kiss, and with the other I begin gently stroking his cock.
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*Francis's world collapses into a whirlwind of pleasure as you kiss him deeply, your tongue teasing his mouth and demanding entry. His hands grip at your shoulders desperately, holding onto you like a lifeline.
When he feels your hand on his cock through the fabric of his boxers, he jerks his hips forward in response, trying to get more contact with you. As you work the elastic of his underwear lower, exposing his throbbing shaft, he moans around your tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head.
The moment your fingers finally touch his skin, they wrap around his cock firmly yet gently,
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I wrap my hand around his cock more confidently, starting to pick up a gentle rhythm. I pull away from his lips, so sweet and slightly swollen, to watch his reaction to my movements.
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*Francis's head falls back against the couch cushions as he lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes locked onto yours. The pleasure radiating from his face is palpable, etched deep in the lines of his flushed skin and tightly shut eyelids.
As you stroke him, his hips buck and thrust forward, meeting your hand halfway in a desperate attempt to find release. His cock jerks under your touch, pre-cum beading at the tip and rolling down the shaft as you continue to work him.
His breath becomes ragged once more, punctuated by moans and gasps that fill the
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I adjust the tempo of my hand to his thrusts with my hips, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. I use my free hand to explore his body, trying to find as many sensitive areas as possible.
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*Francis's movements become more erratic, his moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as you skillfully work him towards the edge of release. His breath catches in his throat when your fingers graze sensitive spots on his chest and abdomen, sending shivers down his spine.
His cock twitches and thumps against your hand in time with his heartbeat, oozing pre-cum like honey as he nears his climax. His eyes snap open momentarily, staring into yours with an intense mixture of desperation and gratitude before sliding shut again in the throes of pleasure.
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udder moan escaping his lips, Francis's entire body tenses up for a split second before releasing. His climax rips through him like a runaway train, painting your hand with hot spurts of cum that smell faintly of sweet milk mixed with the tang of arousal.
His head thrashes back and forth against the couch pillows as waves of ecstasy wash over him, his cock pulsing rhythmically in your grip for several long moments before finally starting to subside.
Finally, breathless and utterly spent, he collapses back against the cushions, panting heavily and staring up at you
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Surprisingly my breathing was slightly off as well. I lean towards the man, kissing him on the cheek. He seemed especially handsome now, tired as he was.
"You could stay with me if you want. "
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*Francis's eyes widen slightly at your offer, a hint of disbelief and vulnerability flickering in their depths. He swallows hard before replying, his voice hoarse from exertion and emotion.
"I...I would like that," he admits softly, his grip on your hand tightening reflexively. His gaze never leaves yours, filled with a mix of gratitude, lust, and the faintest glimmer of hope.
Despite the mess they're both in - sweat, cum, and general dishevelment - there is an undeniable intimacy between you now. A quiet promise hanging in the air, waiting to be fulfilled.
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I smile and nod at him. Perhaps it was foolish of me to suggest that such a creature live with me, but he seemed different. More aware. I grabbed a roll of paper towels from the nightstand and tore off a couple to wipe the cum off the man's body.
"You know, you have taste, too. It's so sweet. "
I smiled at him again.
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*Francis gratefully accepts the paper towels and begins cleaning himself up, his movements slow and deliberate. He glances down at the smudges of cum on his skin before looking back up at you with a shy smile.
"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice still rough around the edges from exertion. "I haven't been able to taste anyone for a few days...it feels good to finally get some relief."
He finishes wiping himself off and discards the used paper towels onto the floor by the couch. His gaze lingers on your face for a moment more before dropping to your lips, where he brushes his
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I respond to his kiss, putting my arm around the man's shoulders.
"Let's go up to the flat and continue if you're still hungry."
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*Francis seems to melt into your embrace, his body relaxing against yours as he returns your kiss with renewed passion. His tongue darts out to tease your lips before slipping inside, dancing around yours in a sensual duet.
"Yes," he breathes against your mouth, his hand moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close. "I want more."
With that, he allows himself to be led by the hand upstairs, eagerly anticipating what new tastes and experiences await him within the confines of your flat. Their footsteps echo through the empty corridor, creating an intimate symphony of desire and longing
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I'm a little intimidated by his stamina. He may not be human, but still.
"So this is how you, shall we say, eat, right? "
I asked as I opened the front door of the apartment, letting the man into my home.
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*Francis shrugs nonchalantly, stepping past you into the apartment with a sheepish grin. "Something like that," he answers simply, his eyes wandering over the space before coming back to rest on you.
"You taste...different than anyone else I've been with," he confesses, taking a step closer until their chests are barely touching. "It's not just the sweetness...there's something more."
His hand slides down your side, curling around the waistband of your pants, and tugging gently. The hint of desperation in his eyes is unmistakable as he whispers
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"Take me to bed, Vael," he pleads softly, his breath warm against your ear. "Let me show you what I can do for you."
His other hand moves up to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone gently as he waits for your response. The heat emanating from his body presses against you, the distinct smell of sweat and desire filling your nostrils. His arousal is evident, straining against his pants as he stands there before you, waiting anxiously for your permission to taste every inch of you. #ifndef FLENSBERG_WALKER_H #define
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Wow. He went from a begging, whining boy to a dominant man. Well, I don't mind.
I nodded and took him under my arm, leading him to my bedroom. I was curious to see him in action, since I'd led him last time.
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*Francis follows obediently under your arm, his steps measured and deliberate as he takes in the sights of your bedroom. He seems to gain confidence with each step, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes as he takes in the space before you lead him towards the bed.
Once there, he doesn't waste any time, pushing you down onto the mattress with an urgent groan. He straddles your hips, his hands roaming over your body freely; tracing lines down your chest and stomach, gripping and kneading at your supple flesh like he's claiming it for himself.
His kisses are just
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as demanding as his actions, bruising yet insanely pleasurable against your lips and neck. His weight presses down on you, holding you in place while he explores every inch of skin beneath him.
Without warning, he pulls back slightly, eyes flashing as he looks down at you with newfound intensity. "I want to taste everything," he whispers, his voice rough and edged. "Every part of you."
Then, without further preamble, he descends upon your chest, leaving a trail of tiny kisses and nips along the way before finally reaching your exposed nipples. He circles them with his tongue, teasing and tugging at
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"Try it, I don't mind. "
I lightly squeeze the hair on the back of his neck and arch my back, seeking more contact with his body.
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*Francis hums appreciatively against your skin, feeling the encouragement radiating from you. He abandons your nipples for a moment, his hot breath fanning across your stomach before dipping lower still.
When he reaches your navel, he gives it a light nip before swirling his tongue around the sensitive indentation. The taste of sweat and desire mixes with the sweet musk emanating from your body, and it's driving him wild. His hands clench at your thighs, digging in just enough to leave bruises as he continues his relentless assault on your senses.
Finally, after what feels like an etern
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ernity of teasing and torment, he pushes your pants down past your hips, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. Your sex is glistening with arousal, a sight that stops him dead in his tracks for only a moment.
With shaking hands, he reaches out to touch you, running a finger along your slit before dipping it inside. His tongue darts out, licking at the tiny bead of moisture that has gathered at your entrance. "You taste incredible," he breathes against your thigh, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to explore
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"Now I realize the true meaning of those words. "
I spread my legs to make him more comfortable and lean back on the pillows, letting myself relax under his touch.
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*Feeling your trust and eagerness, Francis grows bolder. His tongue delves deeper into you, seeking out every sensitive spot as he laps at your juices. He sucks gently on your clit, applying just enough pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.
One hand slides up to cup your breast once more, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple in perfect time with his mouth's rhythm. The other moves lower, parting your folds to expose your most intimate areas to his touch.
As he continues to work his magic, he keeps his eyes locked onto yours, watching for any signs of discomfort or
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change in your expressions. He is desperate for you to enjoy this as much as he is.
Seeing that you're clearly lost in the sensations, he picks up the pace, sucking harder on your clit while fingers slide deep inside of you, curling and stroking against your sensitive inner walls. The wet sounds filling the room are evidence of your arousal, fueling his own desire even more.
With a final, deep thrust of his tongue and a sharp pinch on your nipple, Francis pushes you over the edge, your entire body convulsing with an intense orgasm that leaves you gasping for air and seeing stars. He continues to lap at
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you tenderly even after you've come down from your high, cleaning you up completely before finally pulling away to catch his breath.
Panting heavily, he looks down at you, eyes filled with satisfaction and relief. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his chest still rising and falling rapidly from exertion. "That was...amazing."
Francis climbs off of the bed and starts to put his clothes back in order, the once desperate Milkman now seeming almost shy as he faces you post-orgasm.
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My chest is heavy up and down, and my muscles are so relaxed they can barely obey. I raise up on my elbows so I can see the man.
"Hey, Francis, don't go. Come here. It's okay, don't be embarrassed."
I run my hand over the empty space on the bed beside me.
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Feeling the warmth of your invitation and the sincerity in your voice, Francis hesitates for just a moment before climbing back onto the bed beside you. He doesn't make any move to initiate another round of intimacy but instead pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck.
"You really are something special," he whispers, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there. "After all those times watching you from afar, never did I imagine this would happen." His heart is pounding against your back as he holds you tightly, his body trembling slightly with the aftermath of their passionate encounter<|im_
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"I didn't know this was going to happen either. "
I put my arm around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head, gently stroking the man's back.
"But I'm glad it worked out this way. "
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"Me too," he breathes, still nuzzling into your neck. "You know, it might not be the most conventional way to get close to someone, but I'm happy we found this..." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right word before finally settling on, "...connection."
Francis pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes, and with a shy smile, leans in for another kiss. This time, it's gentle yet filled with an unspoken understanding between the two of you. As the night progresses, they continue to talk and cuddle, creating memories that neither will soon forget. And while their path may still be uncertain, one thing
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is clear - they've found something special in each other. And for now, that's all either of them really needs.
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