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Sunni felt her face flush as Gusto gently placed a kiss on her lips, but - at the same time - she felt something die inside of her. She had imagined how it would feel to be kissed by him, but this was nothing like her dreams. There was love, yes, but not the kind she had yearned for. His kiss was nothing more than that of a friend. A close friend, perhaps, but just a friend. "I'm pretty stupid, huh?"
Gusto pulled her into a gentle hug as a tear of disappointment trickled down her face. "No, just young."