Kalypso

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Roots crawled from Suarez’s mouth into Harland’s, tentatively at first, exploring. The mouths at the tendrils’ ends lapped at the moisture inside his cheeks, on his tongue. Let them come. They crawled down his throat in choking spirals.
Kalypso
No thank youuuu no thank you sirrr
Those We Left Behind, and Other Sacrifices
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