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The world around us seemed to be falling apart into separate, isolated fragments. Her hot breath, interrupted by kisses. Flashing black leather under my touch. Our hands, eagerly exploring every part of the bodies of each other, as if to stop touching someone, it will dissolve like a hazy mist. We have long been thrown away, interfering with our clothes. We caressed each other hastily, as if every second allotted to us could be the last. I stopped, hanging over her, feeling a member of the entrance to her bosom.
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I backed away, but after a couple of timid steps, I stopped. As clearly as I could feel something with my back, I felt that there was something otherworldly behind me, terrible and no less dangerous than the ghost in front of me. The situation is undoubtedly terrible - a ghost slowly floating towards me in front, and behind it something that blows with a grave chill, whispering at the border of hearing. And a clear understanding that you can not turn around. That there are things that are dangerous even for a simple look. The panic flowed in me along with someone else's blood, which drank every muscle with dark force, preparing the body for rapid flight. I knew that I would soon be howling from hunger, but comparing the perspective of Thirst with a collision with these creatures, I, without looking back, chose the first, and was even ready to pay extra. No matter what.
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Good day to all who read this story. For a long time I have been a devoted reader of this resource, which I consider to be one of the best. Now I want to make a feasible contribution to its content. This is my first experience in this field, so please treat with understanding. Although of course criticism, as well as just comments on the essence of the written, of course, welcome.
The events and personalities present in the story are fictional, any coincidences with reality are random.
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The events and personalities present in the story are fictional, any coincidences with reality are random.
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