It was me. I took in a lot of air, and let it out slow. I understood, and I didn't hesitate. His madness does not let him rest for long now.
I should see him first, shouldn't I? There was no logic to the argument. As if no one's skin were as real to me as Damian's. He looked positively suspicious. It wasn't the length that was the problem, it was the width.
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