Yellow blossomed around his navel, where several butterflies seemed to have hatched and were now beating the inside of his stomach. That look, those hands . . . he whined, distantly shocked at how he sounded, but quite willing to do anything if it got Fritz to do something.
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:33 am (UTC)