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He gasps, and stumbles forward, only catching himself just in time before his face hits the glass beneath. Out of the corner of her eye she sees his fingers curl up, slowly, insect-like, now gripping the wood of the case below. Once more she grins, and swirls her finger tip up back along his neck. The fine hairs there brush against her skin. She hears him whimper, and the sound breaks the quiet air so much that only now, she looks around. Has anyone seen them?

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