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Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn’t matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via youngfolksociety)
When you change out of your suit after work, do you feel a sudden onset of joy too?