"I'll take off my mask if you take off yours" she whispered into the ear of the shorter blond headed girl. She shivered at the rush of warm air, flowing out of the mouth the body in front of her. Yet they both knew, the mask wasn't concrete, but an abstract meaning for the lies that appear on their faces, and the ones that hide within the back of their throat, waiting to be spat out like old gum.Tutti i diritti riservati