| His body jerked outward, back arching in a painful concave and arms tensed against themselves. With his head pointing to the sky, he gave a long howl in twisted awakening and then crumpled to the floor, grunting and growling as his new body settled. |
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It's not that kind of thermometer, sir. Put your pants back on. 
We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. I reject your reality and substitute my own. Stamp and avatar commissions - Open.
Sta.sh
