Fireworks were not exploding for she knew not how to move her lips or whether she should move her tongue. All she could smell was the wet exchange of saliva and skin in a background of sloppy noises. Awkwardly, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, two round brown pupils were looking back at her. At an instant, the noises stopped, their lips parted and gentle giggles filled that little school corridor. 

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