A Kissing Spell
she explained.
Then she flipped few pages, searching for something with a serious expression on her face.
“Oh! I got it! But… it's not good…” she looked at me, concerned.
“What is not good?!” I shouted, shaking with impatience.
“He was unconscious when your lips touched his, right?”
“Yes.”
“So… he couldn't kiss you back…” she continued.
“Yes… I mean… it wasn't a kiss! But… yes,” I replied, agitated.
“So… basically you have to find him, and make him kiss you… willingly, and you will have to do it before your 30th birthday,” she declared, closing the book.
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