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16 - Blue ribbon (August 2007)
The stockings are made of white silk, cool and smooth against his palm as he slides the pale blue garter up her leg, stopping just above her knee.
"This is nice," she says, her voice warm and sweet just as he remembers it, "and also why it... why we, you and I, didn't work out."
Silently Julien turns the frilly piece of fabric until the bow is on top and tugs at her bridal gown to cover her long, slender legs.
"I'll always love you, Julien," she murmurs, hand threading through his short hair.
"I know," he says barely audible and means 'I'm sorry'.
The stockings are made of white silk, cool and smooth against his palm as he slides the pale blue garter up her leg, stopping just above her knee.
"This is nice," she says, her voice warm and sweet just as he remembers it, "and also why it... why we, you and I, didn't work out."
Silently Julien turns the frilly piece of fabric until the bow is on top and tugs at her bridal gown to cover her long, slender legs.
"I'll always love you, Julien," she murmurs, hand threading through his short hair.
"I know," he says barely audible and means 'I'm sorry'.