/lit/ - Literature

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And so they entered the flora. Now, one could think this girl we just met was doing something dangerous by following some stranger to the middle of nowhere, but I can assure you that neither you nor she had a thing to fear, because she always packed heat, as the good Usonian she was, and this was no exception. Rather, on this occasion it’s the male side of things that we should worry about, given not even he knew what he was doing, and repeated mentally: “What am I doing? Where did that comment come from? Do I show it to her or not? What if she tells somebody? I gotta write a mental note saying to tell her it’s supposed to be a secret. Should I threaten her? No, that’s too much. Maybe she won’t even realize what I’m doing. Be strong, be strong. But jeez what a nice pair, huh? Oh c’mon, I have better things to think about than that! Here? Yeah, here’s fine.”

They’d reached a forest obscuring (a place where the light does not enter obviously). He sat down and she followed his example. He started taking his baggy sweatshirt off, and seeing she was again imitating him, asked her to stop it. D. Steinberg’s skeleton-like physique was now visible, and much more visible was the strangeness of his left arm.