Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. There is the key. I knew it would be good because all Spielberg movies are good. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. We are off for a second honeymoon.
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