Red hand wraps grew tangled with sweat in hundred-degree heat. Progress was slow, with vanity buckling under chance. The hours drew into a smear of oil paint spills. Bright and uncommon conversational colors mixed brackish and brown from high tension collisions. Resistance dissolves without the expectation of turpentine. Careful ministrations polymorphed pre-present euphoria. Half-coherent admissions exhumed at hours past midnight made of intoxicating ghosts and half-heard confessions.
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