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        Thesoundoftearingfabridthewet,rhythmicmessoftheirkissfilledthesmallspaoughtomakeanyman''''''''sbloodboil.Butthen,thingstookaturnfortheuny.

        AsRedBandanaslidhisfiheoooedwiththeletter"O"—insideReya,theatmosphereshifted.

        Astbegantobleedthestaleair.Itwasfaintatfirst,thenitbloomed,aggressiveandimpossible.Itsmelledofsun-drenchedwildflowersandcrushedpetals,likeaspringhillsidesuddenlymainginthemiddleofagraveyard.

        Itossible.Theywereusedtothestagnant,heavystenchoftheship''''''''s.Thetrastwassosharpitwasdisorienting.

        Theatfroze,hiscigarettehalfwaytohislips.

        TheRedBandarigid,hishandstillburiedinsideher,alookofutterfusionwashingoverhisface.

        Thesensationagainsthisskinwaswrong.Itdidn''''''''tfeellikeflesh;itfeltlikesomething...else.

        Theatshovedhimaside,leaningdowntocatchthestbloomingfromhercore.

        "Fuck,"hehissed,recoilingasifstung."Whatisthatsmell?Whatthehellisshe?"

        Theydealtinchemicals—legal,illegal,votile,toxic.

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