For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans. I am now officially Caught Up. yay! Well. With these, anyway.
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Distressed
He’d caught it first in summer. It seemed small then, insignificant in the expanse of time, even for these lesser beings. As the months wore on, this theory proved itself undeniably false. He worked it through in daylight hours, waiting and watching for it to reveal its final form. Perhaps most troubling was that he’d allowed his unfortunate interest in humans to cloud the wisdom of his kind, but he preferred not to confront that truth just yet.
The sky was unsettlingly clear and he closed his eyes, letting the images burn in, unimpeded by the limitations of sight alone.
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