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His tongue moved over his lips, and I wondered if he could taste it, the sweetness. His words faded out, and I knew nothing of what he spoke, the world silent and still. All I could see was his lips, full and beautiful with chocolate staining them. Here's a napkin, I told him, but he didn't accept it. Just smiled, maybe he knew. Innocent and boyish, and all I could do was laugh.

I don't even like chocolate, but I wouldn't mind tasting it from him. His eyes laughing. Haunting me.

There's chocolate on your mouth, I finally said. He took the napkin then, and wiped his mouth, but still, on the edge a little smudge. Is it gone? he asks me.

Yes. It's gone.

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