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Last night, Ian Curtis wrapped his arms around me and let me rest my head in the crook of his neck. I felt the vibration in his throat as he told me, 'This is the way, step inside.' I felt the pulse in my ears and my head began to throb. My brain melted and leaked out, ruining his shirt. It was a very nice shirt.

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liar.

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