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The distance between them was painful- how they missed that feeling of warmth, skin against skin and soul against soul- that electricity they felt was truly magical. He missed the way she smelled and she, the way he felt against her body. She wept in the dark as he dwelled in the silence, not giving up. Time was kind, for they were soon to reunite. They could sense it- that feeling of anxiety entwined with lust and love.

They rushed to each other, the wind whooshing by, and as they kissed, the boy closed the book. The two pages had reunited again.

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