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From Shades of Earth by Beth Revis:

I stand on my tiptoes to reach Elder’s lips better, but I lose my balance, slipping on the wet stones. Elder’s grip on me is so tight, though, that he easily lifts me from the ground, spinning in a slow circle, his laughter weaving in between raindrops to splash against my heart.

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