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Obsession
Her nose so exquisitely sculpted, the delicacy of her septum, the graceful curve
of her philtrum. The parabolic sensuality of her nostrils when they flared; it was almost unbearable. I wondered
incessantly how she would appear with a nose ring. The notion of cold, hard metal impregnating her soft, pliable
flesh obsessed me; I could think of nothing else for the entire week. So I found myself frequenting the perfume
counters at the mall, wondering what cologne I could wear that might entice her enough to follow me home. Of course,
I wouldn't
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be able to ensnare her with something as mundane as "Old Spice" but perhaps something really
heavy like "Gravity"?
Andy
I remember the first time I saw him stepping out of the shadows, like a man briefly
leaving his home, intending to return before too long. I remember his skin, which was the color of old snow at
sunset, and his corpse blonde hair that fell to the small of his back. His eyes were the color of cement.
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