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Droplets of opaque, molten liquid land as tears on the tender skin of his chest. Exhilaration sweeps through her. The knowledge of this beautiful man being hers forever made her heart pound even faster. She continues to pour here and there, playing with the cooling wax with her fingers. She molds it together all over him and smooths it into the gaping wound she made taking his breath away. Soon she will have her very own wax figure to treasure always.
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