[ she kisses him back, completely unaware of the time that has separated them. the last thing she remembers is the storm that started that night she was at the trailer, when they'd been so close to...
her hands move to hold his face, drawing out the kiss for a little longer.] God, Jug, we have to do something.
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her hands move to hold his face, drawing out the kiss for a little longer.] God, Jug, we have to do something.