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Kosi escorted John to the door, the soft glow of the evening lights casting a warm ambiance over the room. "Good night, Kosi," John said, his voice low and husky. "Never forget that I love you. I'm drunk in love, and I don't want to be sober. Please think about us and dream about us. Don't forget to...