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Nestled next to me, she nodded. ____ fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don__ worry._ She leaned her head back against my shoulder. __ut don__ ask me anything, okay? Why that happened.___nderstood. No questions,_ I said.__hank you very much for today,_ she said.__hat part of today?___or taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me.__ looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I__ touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn__ think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her.
Haruki Murakami South of the Border, West of the Sun
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Nestled next to me, she nodded. ____ fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don__ worry._ She leaned her head back against my shoulder. __ut don__ ask me anything, okay? Why that happened.___nderstood. No questions,_ I said.__hank you very much for today,_ she said.__hat part of today?___or taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me.__ looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I__ touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn__ think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her.
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Haruki Murakami

South of the Border, West of the Sun

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