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More than the heat of her body, there was something different about this burn, this girl, the way she chattered, the way she sang, the way she looked him in the eyes like nobody he’d ever met before. Her warm body against him like embers, like sunburn, like cigarettes pressed to his wrists, her hand sharper than the bite of scissors on his ear, more forceful than any beating the evening’s traffickers could give him in a hundred years, and as he watched her skip away he craved that addicting touch like his mother’s, a heady cocktail of wondrous pain.