Cold Barrel Grooves: Redux.

In retrospect of a deer, I once met:
You seem a bit shaken, but overall secure, behind your climate controls.

Off to search of honey clime.

Let me pet a little.

Slick tongued steps of pool water; I have a fear.

“It will be ok, just come in, slowly, slower, there, you are all right.”

What if the weather suddenly changes, I have a fear.

“Just wear a raincoat, and stop the clock’s hand.”

I really like what you have done with the place, how much did this all cost?

-Cold bore cadency, with two hollow mouths.-

“Feed us,” cried Sister.
“Snap,” cried Brother, almost as if he was only complaining to make himself equal.

This was before my augmentation.
I was still clean.

Germs cause infection.
So wash your filthy hands.