Thirty Five

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With immediate realisation, I was held back. 

I was not in control.

Forced from the back, Albino had forced himself onto my position and unbeknownst to be stolen - like the greedy bastard he is - my role. 

I knew he was going to go after S.

I knew she had the gun.

After all this time satisfying myself with fashion, I felt that it was enough to attempt to integrate.

Pacing with unusual strength in speed, I watched Albino purposefully stride into the changing room, steal the gun and press it to our head. I guess I ought to have died. Resume my search for our Father in the world hidden by the Rabbit.

Our final Amen.

Esoteric I wished for ending of that sort but I am mere common folk. Just a sheep with iron toes. Nothing to see, nothing to do and nothing to say: foolish like God.

Too cocky to care and cherish. N's gruelling hours had made them weary yet also grounded. Perhaps this was my turn?

Albino hesitated.

"Fulfil your desires," I murmured into his ear, caressing his shoulders, "This is what we deserve."


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