He splashed some tepid water on his face from the basin beside his bed and took his time squatting in the garderobe, the night air cold on his bare skin.
Flesh unchanging or slowly rufescent.
Your words are as gracious, and your voice as dulcisonant as an angel’s;
Hell hath no fury as two black bitches flyin' high on the trail of a rat fuck.
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