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Rasperry HoneyHe sighed softly as she licked her raspberry lips clearly exasperated at the fact she'd chosen him. She'd look at him with chocolate bar eyes that where shaped like almonds and colored a brown so dark it was almost black. Her tongue darted back in her mouth and the bottom corner of the raspberry folded in, disappearing. A nervous habit. He noticed this. "What?" He rasped, his voice barley above a whisper. "This was your choice, you made it. You chose me. You could have easily chosen someone else." Glistening black coffee had replaced his eyes and threatened to overflow, scorching, down his cheeks. The raspberry fold reappeRasperry Honey
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How can you expect your life to change if you don't change?
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