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Sunday Morning
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Art for Leela's own story "Sunday Morning"
"She leaned closer to get a better look, lightly running her thumb back and forth, feeling the spiky hair near his lips and over his chin. Ron felt his body respond to her touch, and desperately commanded himself to keep his breathing natural. Cool. Calm. As though sitting on the couch having the girl of his dreams touch him like that was something that happened every day."
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