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With a little cry, I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me for a real kiss The assembled people cheered, and I closed s wreathed us Give up? Leave? echoed inboth a promise and a desire Never, I answered myself as we parted and, hands still connected, turned to those who meant most to us and elcomed in between the pixy dust and the blue butterflies