I giggle to myself as I watched the woman again swat at her arm, frowning down when she again found nothing. Nothing, because I could make it nothing.
Again I peer around the corner, and with a small flick, again make it feel like there's a single hair brushing the woman's arm.
Again she reacts, wildly looking all over her shirt for that stray hair she's never going to find. Not if I have anything to say about it.
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