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Date: Thursday, 4 November 2010 20:06 (UTC)
Raphael gripped the ball, laughing as he tried to pry it away from her teeth so that he could throw it again. He moved to his knees, playfully wrapping an arm around Cloud's soft middle and bracing himself for a wrestle, still holding the ball with his fingers.

right now, there was nothing to fear, nothing to regret...
There was only unfiltered laughter, pure joy and shining eyes...

There is a friendship rooted in deep trust, a trust he will never break...


He grins mischievously as he frees the ball and throws it, a little further this time.
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