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... forgot how to fucking breathe.
The world dulled. Muted. Like someone turned the volume down on reality and cranked it all the way up on her.
Her dress clung to her like it was sewn by the gods with trembling hands. Each shimmer of fabric kissed her skin in the most maddeningly perfect way, like it wanted to worship her. And her hair—fuck. Soft waves that framed her face like she’d just strolled out of some ancient painting meant to ruin men. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled, a ...
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