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I picked up the unopened bag with the tape recorder. Why had I even brought this? I knew we would never use it. I leaned in and kissed him closely,Louis Vuitton Alma, my face against his,Louis Vuitton Neverfull, whiskers on whiskers,Louis Vuitton L, skin on skin, holding it there,Louis Vuitton Palermo, longer than normal,Louis Vuitton Tivoli, in case it gave him even a split second of pleasure.

Okay, then? I said,Louis Vuitton Wallets, pulling away.

I blinked back the tears, and he smacked his lips together and raised his eyebrows at the sight of my face. I like to think it was a fleeting moment of satisfaction for my dear old professor: he had finally made me cry.

"Okay,Louis Vuitton Estrela, then,Louis Vuitton Keepall," he whispered.