A woman's voice from inside the stall yelled, Hell, that could be almost every blonde we've seen tonight. I would no more betray my master than you would yours. I want to lick the blood off my hands, he said in a strangled voice. I don't want everything we're building to go down in flames, because we're mad at each other.
It was like a move in a dance but more forceful, if you wanted your partner to stay on her feet. Enough leopard, enough man, enough person, just enough. This is who and what we are. We know that what works as pretend doesn't work in the real world.
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