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Sky glared at her before walking off, muttering. She moved over to another tree, closer to Phoenix but not that close. Then she stuck her nose in her book.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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"Didn't mean you as such; more the other girl. And no point in hanging on to virginity." Phoenix shrugged; he had lost his some time before. "Think of it as a gift. It's better if you give it to someone who deserves it, rather than keep it gathering dust up in the loft."
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