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October 17, 2010
Strands of hair clinging to her neck with sweat. The gentle ticking of her pulse against my lips. The soft gilding of skin over her ribcage. Her stomach muscles taunt as she arches, gasping, gasping.

Turquoise eyes. Pale pink lips.

Sucking. Licking. Biting.

I am lost. Insane. I remember only flashes, smudges, of my surroundings. The smell of her, the sound of her, the warmth of her drives me crazy. I am drunk, dizzy.

"Who are you?"

She laughs. "You'll find me. You'll find me."

"Where?" I want to ask, but she is gone, and I am awake once more.