Wicked

Her arresting glance turned his his rhythmic heart into a sputter of broken engines; her wicked mind thought it sensible to turn away when his face looked up to her. He collected each sight he could take, poked holes into each, then wrapped them around his neck; so he’d never be alone. He still sat without a mumble.

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