"What are you doing?" asked Julissa, as I pried open her chest and peered around her insides. They were damp.
"Looking for... wait, there it is!" I reached in and down a bit; I'd aimed at the heart unconsciously, but naturally it was more toward the center of mass. "Got it!" The translucent glimmer winked in my hands.
"What is that?"
"Desire," I said. "I'm tired of wanting you. But I've got no one lined up yet." I opened up the game system. "This'll hold it for now."
It didn't upset me at all when she cried. Definitely an improvement.
The Shoveller Of Widdecombe Ditch (Trad.)
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