Damn splinters. has been imbibing too freely; or that a man climbing into asecond story on a frequented highway and in broad daylight is aburglar. I saw myself in those eyes, a miniature reflection perfect in every detail like a black cameo. The genitalia on the men, the breasts on the women, were removed.
But with Anita I'll never be sure unless we do go up against each other for real. She took my hands, squeezing them. I might have survived losing one, but not both, not if I could save them. There was a knock on the door almost immediately.
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