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jheti
"You're evil!"
She unfurled, coy and huge and monstrous, rich indigo heat trembling with promise and amusement.
"Oh, really." Her white teeth in points behind her red lips. "Is that what your mother used to say about me?" She swatted her own leg away, absently. It grasped and bruised where it clung to her bone-white, brine-white finger. "Is that what your father told you?"
"I shouldn't be here." That voice was a gift. It caressed and ennobled all it touched, high and melliflous.
She knew at once that it must be hers.
