[Another challenge. The feeling dissolves into feverish anger, ready and keen on distinguishing the threat. He could easily reach and snap his neck. Shove his glasses down his throat. Tear his goddamn flesh until he's the one screaming to stop.
But he doesn't, good god, he doesn't. It's a secret thrill that makes this life worth living, those few gleaming individuals that just push. The ultimate distraction.]
You would like that— [A huff of hot breath trapped between of them.] —wouldn't you?
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But he doesn't, good god, he doesn't. It's a secret thrill that makes this life worth living, those few gleaming individuals that just push. The ultimate distraction.]
You would like that— [A huff of hot breath trapped between of them.] —wouldn't you?