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I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Feel
Feels
Tugging
Upward
Unfamiliar
Sensation
Sensations
Pleasant
Lips

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