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I don’t care what the narrow-minded villagers will call us. Kneeling before you in the sanctuary of your lilac bedroom, nothing else matters. My heart gallops, your vanilla scent dancing among other particles that somersault in the rays of sunlight streaming through the open window to strike your lithe physique. Wisps from the glowing caramel waterfall of your hair catch the breeze, framing symmetrical features I have ima...