As he passed, I reached out and brushed him with the heel of my right hand. The tender palm of my hand is a tongue and my fingers are grasping lips as I close them around that neglected midpoint; his left hip, where the flared edge of his pelvis is covered by the thinnest skin, [...]
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Sharp Bones
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