
On the aft side of the blade, nestled between lilac onion ringlets, lay her finger, a gristled topping. SHE hadn’t expected to feel the disappointment in her heart when the computer-generated voice from the video game said she had lost. It said it over and over, the letters flashing repeatedly on the TV screen […]
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