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I am real. This
Francesca Zappia
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Mile's fingers pressed into the small of my back. "Basorexia," he mumbled."Gesundheit."He laughed. "It's an overwhelming desire to kiss.""I thought you weren't good at figuring out what you felt.""I'm probably using the word in the wrong context. But I'm pretty sure that's what this is
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If nothing’s real, then what does it matter?
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What you loved as a child, you will love forever

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