malc_smith
embarrassed chicken
Everything came to a standstill. Like a pot on the stove, you heated slowly, from the bottom up, until you would have burned anyone who touched you. Gazes were hail, of a sudden; tucking yourself away, you evaded their sting. You were surprised this feeling did not kill you straight. You wished it had. Sooner or later you would have to lift your head. And then what? Then what, my friend?
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