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He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

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Veronica Roth
Age: 36
Born: 1988
Born: August 19
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Science Fiction Writer
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New York City
New York
Veronica Anne Roth
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