Parry: Jack, I may be going out on a limb here, but you don't seem like a happy camper.
The Fisher KingWrithing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.
AlexMy arms and legs fell asleep. Silence of the Limbs.
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