Letting Life Lead
“Easy with that,” she says, pointing a spork at the unmarked, red bottle.
One bite. Two. Three.
A glossy brow, glassy eyes, and gaping nostrils spell a silent, smouldering secret.
“Just the way” — Gus gasps — “I like it.”
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