Thursday, May 24, 2012


George looked down at his hands. They were shaking. After what had just happened to him, it was no wonder. His soul had been sucked out of his body and shoved inside of a different one. His hands were now small and dainty; they had painted nails. He knew these hands were not his own; he knew this body wasn't his own...but it was his now.

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