His big sweaty palm leaves a mark. She barely notices his touch. She’s on her fifth Rum and Coke Rum to get that tension down, Coke to keep you standing. Old-fashioned drink but who cares and she doesn’t do stuff. He wishes for a large ungulate and a shiny armor. It’s a sweet summer night …
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