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Her eyebrows knit together as she further hides her face in the crook of his neck. Belonging together. Meant to be together. It all sounds so nice. Nice to the point she can't believe the ideas like he can. ]

I don't know, is it what people do? I've never had something like this. I don't know how any of this works. I don't let people in. They don't want to see the world for what it really is underneath the poster. You're--you're the first one.