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[[Who'd hunger for fairy-tales, when I've got moments like these?]]

And he kissed her fourth finger and murmured quietly
"Let's wait till there's something here first..."
And she stared her finger and his lips and wondered why
The world wasn't reeling and slapping her awake yet

"Is that the correct hand?"

An absent question, dazed--
And stared into bewildered eyes,

"It's on the left hand, yeah?"

"Oh."

Barely a breath.

"Let's make this work."
A fierce whisper,
And she quivered,

"Yeah."