There seemed to be no door to the men's room, and no doors on any of the stalls, so even standing at the door you could see directly into it. It's like whispering and pointing. Falling into a chasm so deep that I'd never get out. Close enough to taste his pulse on my tongue like candy.
Strength of so many different kinds. It took a force of will to look away from him in that shining circle of light. He sounded like he didn't think so, but knew something was wrong. Sometimes it's a smile and sometimes it's not.
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