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Chill Of Night..chpt 10 pt 1.. The first sense to return was my hearing, though it wasn't as sharp as I was used to. More like it had been when I was human. It was sort of like I was wearing headphones, all the sounds around me were muffled and dull. Faint echoes of voices drifted through the claws of my mind, but could not be grasped.
After fading in and out, my hearing started to grow stronger and sharper and I could make out distinct voices, but not words. The speakers in question seemed to be whispering very quietly.
I tried to open my eyes and it worked, or at least I thought it did. I couldn't really tell because everything looked very bright, blindingly so.
I groaned feebly against the light and the sound came out of my raw throat as a growl. The pain in my t
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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