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Buddha: A Story of EnlightenmentShe became painfully aware of his lean, muscular body, disguised though it was under his armor. There are dams that crack and dams that break open without warning. Hers was the second kind. БЂњI think about you all the time. IБЂ™ve come to your room at night, but then I run away. What can I do? This is too impossible. We canБЂ™t be together, but I think about you all the time. Oh, I already said that. You must think IБЂ™m stupid.БЂ«БЂњNo, not at all.БЂ«Siddhartha in fact was delighted with everything Sujata blurted out. When babble is like music, love canБЂ™t be far away. He wanted to throw off his armor and embrace her, because he was as aware of her pale breasts and the soft flow of her hips as she was of him. Siddhartha had never heard of skin hunger, but he felt it now as strongly as he had ever felt anything. Instinctively his hand moved around to the side of his chest plate, fumbling for the leather ties. БЂњWhy canБЂ™t we be together? My father doesnБЂ™t have to know.БЂ«БЂњOh.БЂ«A shadow suddenly darkened SujataБЂ™s face ...» |
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