Monique

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My hands slip. “Fuck!” Scrambling for purchase, my hands rake down Tairn’s back as I skid past his wings, rapidly approaching the sharp scales of his morningstar tail. “No, no, NO!” He banks left and whatever hope I had of getting a handhold tumbles right off with me. I’m in free fall.
Monique
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