She: I found the love letter.
He: Really?
She: It's sweet.
He: All right.
She: I can't figure it out.
He: What?
She: That coldness in you.
He: I wished you could feel my warmth.
She: I cannot imagine that warmth, the warmth that doesn't penetrate me.
He: That beautiful face of yours, the flawless skin, your arousing scent and the distinct neckline to your cleavage. I wished our lips could meet.
She: We could.
He: Repulse me, I can't.
She: Why?
He: I love you.
She: I love you.
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