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The Sleeping Giant

Tiptoeing past the sleeping giant, she paused for a peek to make sure his eyes remained closed. She drew closer. Boldly, she touched a closed lid. In an instant, he swept her up, wrapped her in a hug, and sweetly kissed her neck.

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