Re: Pretty Presents. (Fabio/Almira/Any Candidate/ ACM)

Amy Frazey

Almira was too busy trying not to look at what was on her bed, and holding her breath trying not to gag again, to do more than just point behind her. Dahlia had appeared and landed on her shoulder, chirping and squeaking in response to her girl's upset.

It took a couple minutes, but Almira slowly turned back around when she was sure she wouldn't get sick again, and held one hand over her mouth as she stared at the gory thing that had been resting on her pillow. Her voice was barely a whisper, "I don't know how it got there."

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