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Marcella laid back on the bed, pulling Snape on top of her. He withdrew from the kiss and looked lovingly down at her, his hair falling out from behind his ears, caressing her face. He had no thoughts to spare for anything but Marcella; it was as if she took away all his pain and suffering until there was nothing left but her.
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