There must have been some alcohol in the stuff, because it stung. We threaded our way through the tables, with Micah trailing behind. Grabbed my hand and pulled me in against him so hard and so fast that I stumbled. He held my underwear out toward me.
Just been donating a little too much blood lately. I nodded at the uniformed policeman whose only job seemed to be watching the body and making sure it didn't get messed with by anyone that wasn't allowed to touch it. Damn you, Jean-Claude, damn you. It was easier a little softer, less hard to swallow past a certain point.
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