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Sept 20, 2015 16:57:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 16:57:29 GMT -7
Phil's smile stretched wider. "I don't know about violins..." He said quietly, his nose next to hers. He kissed her once more, knowing that the moment couldn't last forever. "We should probably go in. My mom might get worried or suspicious. She does that." He dropped his hand to hers. He felt like he should say something else, but he didn't know what. Could he think of anything that would even describe how he felt about what had just happened? For now, he didn't have to. He just let their intertwined hands convey his feelings.
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