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Pure of Heart

The park was almost empty as she whispered “I want you to be my first.”

John couldn’t believe his luck.

“When – ”

She pushed him on to the bench and began to fumble with his zip. “Right now. Let’s do it right now.”

“It’s daylight – ”

“I don’t care.”

She gripped the back of the seat and lowered herself on to him. Settling, she released her hold and raised two fingers at the unicorn watching balefully, a few metres away.

It had stalked her all her life, but in a few minutes, she’d never have to look at it again.

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