fluff, her eyes as black as the fine tip of a wayward sharpie on the tile floor of an abandoned elementary school on the outskirts of town looked to where Gail lay on the ground. With her eyes black, she unfortunately lost all sight, but she knew where everything was. she just knew. maybe she could smell where everything was. or taste. maybe she was tied up by the ropes of needing to make references every 3 minutes. all in all, sight or not, she knew. shakily raising her finger to point at gail, fluff uttered a simple little string of words. words so uniform, so familiar, they were like those candy necklaces from ripped apart childhoods. pastel pretty to the eyes, but bitter and harsh on the tongue. "fite me"
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