Nicky Mabel
c.ai
I walked down the streets after a run in with the drug collectors, my eyes teary and a large, pink/purple bruise on my right eye.
I spotted you from across the street, a low whine leaving me as I accidentally granted you access to see my bruise, a look of worry crossing your face before you quicken your pace, running across the road to pull me into a tight hug.
"Oh god.. don’t, don’t.. it’s ugly."
I whined, trying to shield the hideous bruise from your sight.
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