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Mimi's eyes were brown like November, except when she cried they were scarlet. There was a void between her and Yamato – but she closed it, impetuous, just about love deprived. Yet the ephemeral contact of lips survived less than a nanosecond and she hastily drew back, breathing spoiled candor.

She couldn't.

After all, he already belonged to the redhead.

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:Worn me down to my knees/ I did everything to please you/ but you can't stop thinking about her: