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Berries
I walk up to the door in a jersey-fitted dress, my hair in a high bun, strands of hair following the shape of my neck. I hesitate for a sec but put the blindfold on that hangs on the handle and open the door. Entering, I smell something fruity and delicious. Soft slow jazzy music drifts my way. I stand there, not knowing what to do, what to expect, what is expected.Just when that moment of waiting starts to become rather uncomfortable I feel your presence close to me, not touching me. You...
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