It stared back at me from the confines of its paper cage. Was that a tattoo on its chest?
It smelled divine. It smelled immaculate. It smelled fresh.
It called me out of line. Beckoning with its handsome clothes and sleek body.
Just to spend a few minutes with it; find out what it was thinking. Was that too much to ask?
The others watched me as I stepped toward it, reaching out my hand.
And I grabbed the book from the shelf.
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