“Well if it isn’t my devil himself!” She exclaimed as she strode towards the god in her black stilettos. Her light-brown wig tussled in the wind, but held firmly in place. All charm and smiles plastered on her face, she hugged him, and then pulled away to take a long look at his well-dressed form. Her hand reached up to cup the side of his face, thumb stroking his cheek. “I missed you."
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