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Her lips tasted like ginger tea. Hot, spicy, tingling. Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms, enveloped in a warm glow, and a thick blanket.
"I should go," she said, suddenly.
I wanted to say, "No! Stay! Please!"
Instead, I watched her dress in silence. She left without another word.
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