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Take Me To The Church

"How do you mean?" Madonna felt a chill and suddenly the warmness she is feeling in her heart, felt familiar. Madonna would always have this fuzzy feeling whenever she was thinking about the young mask boy that saved her. The fuzzy feelings stopped when she got older so she forgot what it felt like. It started recently but it wasn't because of the boy, it was because of the handsome man in front of her.

"You know," Dante swallowed hard and felt like he was constipated. "You are a beautiful lady, I wouldn't see a reason why a boy wouldn't fantasize about you."

"You're right, I was always a beauty." Madonna flicked her hair as she accepted Dante's statement.

"I bet he would be somewhere always watching you whenever you visit, but too shy to come out." Dante felt like patting himself on the back for successfully evading a disaster.

"I must admit, I always had the same thought."

"Wait, you are here telling me about your first love with a smile. I am certainly jealous, he is lucky I haven
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