How I became Reptilian

I knew from the moment I met him that he was no good. Curly hair slicked back, leather jacket, standing on the corner. My sister asked him for a cigarette. A moment so insignificant at the moment. A moment that I would never escape. He set his eyes on me, and I became prey to an illusion that still captivates me to this day…

To be continued…

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  1. So short prose. Unfair

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