There is a thing that everyone I know wants. Desperately. Frantically. Gasping, choking, skin-stabbed terribly. I see the demand-desire worm in their eyes; eating the iris blind. It makes me flinch like I had just seen someone stub their toe and rip the toenail off in the process. Toe-curl flinch.
I have what they want.
I've never given it to anyone.
I can't give you a smiling face in the mirror. That's your job.
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