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As Isabeau flew by, Mistral had pratically leaped into Larry's arms, which had placed him in a position to make a quick choice.
The words he could never find to express to her what she really meant to him was finally going to be made manifest in a physical nature.
As he leaned in, he prayed to the Gods that her possible furious attack on him for this show of affection would not be to the termination of his very life, as their lips met...softly.
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