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“I’ve returned, Raven.” She whispered “And I want what is mine.” The last thing he saw before his mind, finally, thankfully, shut down was her face in front of his. They were pursed for a kiss.” ― Amanda M. Lyons
Late fall was a time for lovers to breathe the crisp air under crimson and gold trees. The click of heels and soles along the cobblestone walkway tapped out a rhythm to the bawdy laughter drifting out of the neighborhood pub. On currents stirred by winds and the noise of evening crowds wafted the aromatic smells of tobacco and sudsy grains mingled with the savory roast lamb from the eatery next door. On they walked, arm in arm, swaying in step to their own internal melody.
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