The uniformed officer was nowhere to be seen. He blinked. I had an urge to rise up out of my chair spill the papers to the floor and run my tongue over his chest. No love shone in them.
Bernardo spotted me first. His hair was thick and long, tied in a long club at the back of his head. He spat the last word at me as if it were the worst insult he could come up with. I want to show our visitors how a god is fed.
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