rodgers white
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- Jan 17, 2016
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- English Teacher
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- Chinese
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- China
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Hi there. Would you please proofread the following text? Any help would be appreciated.
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The kiss, when delivered as requested, was long, sweet, and gentle. Not hot and full of passion as one might expect, neither knew what that was, not yet, anyway. The kiss was, however, the most exhilarating experience either had ever had. For a few seconds, they were lost in the moment. Their bodies, not just their lips, were electrified with giddy pleasure. The kiss ended, but the sensations lingered, tapering off so gradually that hours later they could still feel them.
Qingmei was the first to speak. “Hhmmm this fate thing makes me dizzy. I like fate.”
Yang heard himself agree, but no sound came out of his mouth except an echo of Qingmei’s “hhmmm”, then he seemed to wake up. “Fate will make us late and require answers to questions we might want to avoid. Let’s get moving.”
The pair floated on a breeze that headed towards Yang’s home, their senses vague and dreamlike, and like a dream, their destination appeared suddenly, as if it had arrived, not them.
Yang said, “This is it, are you ready?”
Qingmei shook her head, looked down to make sure Yang was still holding her hand, and then nodded. “Fate it is.”
Yang opened the door, and they glided in.
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The kiss, when delivered as requested, was long, sweet, and gentle. Not hot and full of passion as one might expect, neither knew what that was, not yet, anyway. The kiss was, however, the most exhilarating experience either had ever had. For a few seconds, they were lost in the moment. Their bodies, not just their lips, were electrified with giddy pleasure. The kiss ended, but the sensations lingered, tapering off so gradually that hours later they could still feel them.
Qingmei was the first to speak. “Hhmmm this fate thing makes me dizzy. I like fate.”
Yang heard himself agree, but no sound came out of his mouth except an echo of Qingmei’s “hhmmm”, then he seemed to wake up. “Fate will make us late and require answers to questions we might want to avoid. Let’s get moving.”
The pair floated on a breeze that headed towards Yang’s home, their senses vague and dreamlike, and like a dream, their destination appeared suddenly, as if it had arrived, not them.
Yang said, “This is it, are you ready?”
Qingmei shook her head, looked down to make sure Yang was still holding her hand, and then nodded. “Fate it is.”
Yang opened the door, and they glided in.
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