14/03/2026 22:16

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It wasn't a perfect circle, a perfect circle would have meant we were firing at each other, so the circle was sort of metaphoric, but the effect was perfect. He shrugged, as if to say, what was I supposed to say. I didn't think he'd bespelled her, more like she'd never seen anything so beautiful. He'd gotten his jeans unbuttoned.

We crested the rise, and the soft hills stretched out for miles, shades of green with a hint of gold here and there. The putting my hands before me so I could see the black stains. It was a sound for guarding territory, chasing out interlopers, getting rid of troublemakers. All of it.