Morpheus leans close. His hair brushes my exposed shoulder, tickling and soft. “Shy little blossom,” he whispers, his sweet breath cloaking me. “We’re simply going to meld your pain away.”Meld … that doesn’t sound like something my dad would approve of.
-A.G. Howard
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