Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

me in the kitchen, when I was with the woman. This time she opens one
eye, stares at me dully.
“Mmm. Mmm?” The other eye half opens. After much effort, it drifts
closed again.
“Are you…here?” God, I feel stupid. She was there before, too. Then
she melted. I’d have felt even more ridiculous asking her if she planned
on melting again, and if she did, she should at least have the decency to
warn me. Forget it, I’ll never know the ground is solid again. I’ll just
have to learn to live with it.
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