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Og jeg består nesten utelukkende av ben, omtrent som en barkrakk.
Han var så feil at det føltes riktig.
Too close, I thought. There was nothing wrong with fire... as long as you didn't stand too close.
I put my head down, pumped my arms, and tried to remember how the pros on ESPN slid into base. Feetfirst? Headfirst? Stop, drop, and roll?
"If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly."