Come Hither

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The man in white combed his blond hair back with a nervous hand. His shaking body jingled the many piercings on his ears.

“I know ya there,” he said, sight focused on the padded wall.

The green arrived, splitting into two orbs. White pooled out and ovaled into eyes, flames weaving through the lashes.

He stopped shivering and smiled. “Yes.”

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