"Yeah, sure."
His hands circle her waist a few times,
Then one warm palm,
Pressed against the back of her lower neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Just hang on."
The other hand, diligently working, as though sewing.
Starting from the lower part of her left shoulder blade,
Then working it's way up.
The hand switches, doing the same motion to the right.
"Done, I've fixed you."
"...Fixed me?"
"Yeah, your wings seemed to have fallen off,
I sewed them back on for you.
Beautiful, long, silky wings."
Saturday.
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