Tes Baisers. There was the first. Shivery and passionate. Then the late ones, at night, undisciplined and free, the drunk ones, impatient and a bit clumsy, the morning ones, shy and tender. I loved the virtual ones, but also the jealous, impetuous and rebellious ones. The ones I asked for, the ones you forgot and the unfinished ones.
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