The haunted music of the place pierced the high country air. She fit just right between the crook of his shoulder and the line of his neck. He was in a state of nice agitation where his mind would not stop in its giddy turning and she was excited by the turns that it took. She called them out ahead of the moment. It was like conducting a tuppenny orchestra. She just ran with the flow of it. She raked him with her nails to his chest. She raked him pretty good. In the bed generally they lost what little of restraint they’d ever known and were like wild animals at it. She got fuck knots in her
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