Well-Played


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He closed the door behind them. Kissed her softly in the darkened room.

“We only have a few minutes.”

She nodded.

“I’m crazy about you. I can’t wait ‘til we can be together.”

Piccolos and violins witnessed from the shelf.

“Mr. Jackson, am I getting an A in music class?”


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