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| Betelgeuse 5 |
She touched
him.
He
shuddered.
Her gelid
touch was a warning, he knew it. His heart pounded with difficulty.
She smiled.
He smiled.
Her fingers
languidly caressed his arm, a spider’s web. Her heart pounded effortlessly.
When she stung
him, he shrieked, certain of the wrong decision.
His squeal aggravated
her. “How annoying…” she murmured.
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