Sleaze ranted and yelled and let out a hiss:
“This is mine, you dirty little miss.”
She pulled one sleeve on;
The other was gone.
And between them grew an ugly abyss.
Between them grew an ugly abyss
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Ah yet another part of the story….but alas I can’t make the connection between this and the previous post…maybe after I finish my morning coffee.