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A whiff of fried shrimp layered under a pervasive antiseptic odour.

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Eyes: blood-shot.

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She may be missing fingers. Toes. Other mutilations hiding under the sarcophagus of scarves and sweaters she's wrapped herself up in.

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A slight wobble in the back -- stacked pallets.

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Above his right pants pocket, tucked into the waistband. He's armed.

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High pressure coming in from the Noscorrentes means cooler and wetter times ahead. Questions remain as to when this change will come, best to prepare for all scenarios.

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A barely audible hiss in his words.

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His right hand forms a fist.

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The corners of his glasses fog up.

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A criminal thrill down the upper inside of your thigh.

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Sound only -- bold move. Potentially hotter than visuals, if done right...

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You spot one legible button right in the centre of the console. It says 'INTERFACE'.

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... Except for a lingering aftertaste of fucked-ness. You can't quite place it, but this callomanic is definitely FKD.

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She won't. You can feel it, her knowledge of the doohickey. It weighs more than usual.

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The air charges as he recites each name.

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You sense the weight of the structure above you, the inverted tower hanging over your head.

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That's not true. There's one.

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'Two fucking guns, is she serious?'

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'She remembered me.'

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You catch the scent of expensive cologne -- yesterday's, most likely.

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Or maybe that's just your vision burning prismatic at its folding edges.

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A single missed thread in the neat chain at the hem.

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You're going to have to take his word for it.

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Voice somehow constricted, as though some heavy object really were pressing down on her chest.

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His silhouette flickers in the houseboat's dim lights. For a moment, all you see is a man untouched by the weight of your actions.

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She shoots you a quick glance, trying to read your expression.

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Automatically, your eyes scan up from hers. You notice the lace at the front of her wig.

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Dolphins reflected in his eyeglasses.

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'I wish I was deaf.'