Michael, as if shell-shocked, did not take his eyes off Emy’s sloppy hair, dyed in different colors. Her new vest smelled damp. Her flat stomach, which her new top was unable to hide, was covered in goosebumps. With some disdain, Michael looked at Claude’s hand, squeezing Emy’s slender fingers. Michael was sure that it was only Claude’s fault that Emy decided to try Lycids, and no one else. In reality, it was Elias’ voice that brought him back:
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