antiperspirant raze you are a stick of antiperspirant. pale and practical, but not much for goodbyes. she lingers long enough to breathe you in. you watch her direct dogs on the sidewalk outside your mother's house. she speaks perfect french. you know the sound but not the syntax. she's back inside_of_sixty_seconds, blushing on a bed that's a stranger to you both. she says she's sorry sixteen years too late. it stills means something. she tells you you're a wizard. so you show her the magic. three teal stones gather dust on a bookshelf. you tap the top of the_last_one on the right. a sprite spawns from its face. the creature carves her up with his smile and scurries down the stairs. he'll burn the whole house down before your feet have found the kitchen floor. there are worse ways to go. 260807 what's it to you? who go blather from