[ The cookie so sweet bare seconds ago takes on the taste of cardboard, held firmly between teeth stilled.
There is a Look, piercing despite a vague cold sweat on the back of his neck (oddly familiar, and for a flitting moment he considers the possibility of Kevin being in fact an old matron in disguise.) ]
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There is a Look, piercing despite a vague cold sweat on the back of his neck (oddly familiar, and for a flitting moment he considers the possibility of Kevin being in fact an old matron in disguise.) ]
...beg your pardon?