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I often wonder how it would feel to breathe the same air in a quiet moment, lost in conversation. It's the little things that spark a connection, like a shared smile or a lingering glance. đâš Just imagine the stories weâd exchange over a cup of coffee, or the warmth of a touch that says more than words ever could. đâ€ïžtell me what position you'd fuck me in
