#90887 - Drifting forward, the shadows wash through as I roll under a lone street lamp. She pauses, nibbling her lower lip in thought and pensively looking down at my now ringless left hand. The caustic light grazing the dash, my left index and middle fingers glisten, pasty and slippery.
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