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My gaze was fixed on him. There he was, right across the embellished dining table. My eyes darted around the dining room to seek for assistance but everyone else was gone to God-knows-where. A low grunt escaped my mouth and I set my utensils onto my plate far too aggressively and stood up, causing a cringe-worthy sound from the chair screeching across the wooden floor.
Without hesitation, I started towards him, a smug look formed on my face as I looked at him - pale and white as a ghost. Aha! I grabbed hold of him, crashing him against my lips. I felt the roughness of his complexion. After what seemed like forever, I pulled away, only to see the gravy that was once from the corners of mouth, now blanketing his white complexion.
Napkin, you've served me well.
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