She regretted it as soon as she said it. She never expected to face one of those quiet longings that shadowed her deeper thoughts; the thoughts she never expected to share with anyone, not even her fiance. Not even her wise grandmother who never judged her. Not even the friends she allowed to glimpse her purest self in those rare moments of truth, exposed in a game of embarrassing revelations that forever bound the players. He offered. She declined, her lips replying before her brain could consider in an odd reversal of instinct. Too late. Moment gone. So was he.
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"Classic"
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