Tearing at the Fabric

Of the space-time continuum

Intent

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I didn’t mean to hurt you.

This was Roger’s calling card.

I usually just sat silently with it.

When the stupid came out of his mouth.

But really?

What did you think would happen, dude?

You didn’t think.

Because you were so clever. You would never get caught.

They are never concerned about consequences.

Or pain.

It’s all exciting.

Erotic.

A rush of adrenaline.

Until we know.

And the pain is ugly.

And yeah, guess what? Fucking painful.

Damn.

Bugger.

Fuck.

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