12/03/2026 18:03

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I'd forgotten about my wrist again. You go outside and make nice with Arnet. His face was darkening with his effort not to explode. He gazed at Tammy as if he'd been hit with a hammer right between the eyes.

We were blind in the light. I grabbed his arms, almost shook him. He sat, rubbing his hands over his knees, nervous. The movement made me writhe and lower the front of my body, raising myself upward to him like an offering, like something in heat.