The perfect hint is subtle. A mere breath of a suggestion, planted in the subconscious mind without knowledge or invitation. A secret, hidden in the wind.
She’s been whispering hints at life. Getting close, so close. Her lips at its ear, her breath on its skin, unseen, unheard.
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