yet another renaissance.
Corrine grabs my crotch with her hand while looking away. Surprised, I brush her hand away and scan the room to make sure no one has caught it. She looks up at me slowly, advertising a mischievous grin as she goes for my crotch a second time
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It drove me crazy.
You should have seen the soldier she was with, though. Oh god. He was the rube in our pack, surely. He was a fucking prick, actually; a motionless, worthless son of gun, the kind you couldn’t trust to make the distance or take a shot in the leg without tampering with our nerves over it for the next month.
I think he was using opiates.
She was so pretty, though. I’d fuck her if she were dead, and do all the things a man should, and nobody would ever know, and they’d bury her with my chemicals under her eye lids.
We ship out tomorrow for the Porte Le Maiire, off the coast, and I’m scared.
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