Her cold fingers were stroking his neck. They were cornered in the alley beside their college. The girl, in her very sweet voice, asked, "Do you love me?" The boy was shocked, for the unexpected had happened. The girl spoke again, this time more sweetly, as she brought herself closer, "Don't you love me?" Her warm breaths were now breezing the hair above the boy's lips, her fingers still intimately running around. The boy was petrified, and the girl widened her smile and brought herself closer. And then hurriedly the boy replied, "Yes, I love you. Now, can you please remove the knife?" The girl, now with her shy attire, silently muttered, "I knew it."
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