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That kiss you gave me really meant a lot to me (even tho it was just on my hair). I feel so warm and squishy. I don't want you in any way. And you don't want me. I mean, it was just a fleeting non-moment in our lives. But still, you left me feeling loved. It's like, I can still feel you. I feel so loved. It's been forever since I've felt this way. Thank you so much for you kindness.

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