the danger of a small world, is that you might meet a guy that you can't have.
or, at least, that you're not supposed to have.
naturally, you want him anyway. even though you aren't quite sure whether his touch sets your skin afire because you so desire him, or if your fascination stems from the simple fact that he should be forbidden to you and you to he...
but knowing all of that and having weighed (or not weighed) the consequences, here you stand anyway. a half eaten fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil lies at your feet. and you're wondering where to hide, lest you be cast out of eden.
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