After it was over, he looked down to study his hands. They were wrinkled, the way an old man’s are; strange, that. He felt an ocean of depth beneath him, and his careful movements seemed to be all that kept him afloat. His gait was unsteady as he moved to his victim. He moved noisily across the forest floor, there was no reason to remain silent now. He crouched over his prey, staring into her eyes.
“Ouch, you hurt me you jerk face! I want to use the tire swing too!” He smiled, and shook the water from his ears.
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