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- The snake-girl slithered inside.
- I had never seen a snake move before. I had never particularly wanted to. I still didn't particularly want to, so I looked away, instead, towards the lamp in the far corner of the room. It was brightly lit, and if I listened very carefully, I could hear a moth buffeting itself against the sides of the metal lamp head.
- Again and again and again. Almost like a far-off brass bell. "I have milk," I said distractedly. "And a microwave. And cocoa powder."
- The snake-girl thanked me, and then thanked me again, her voice halting and muffled behind her scarf. This meant that cocoa powder was okay. For a moment, I wondered what would happen if I fed chocolate to a snake--not a snake-girl, but an actual snake--then banished the thought.
- Door, close. Cabinet--open.
- The snake-girl said very little. This was not a point against the snake-girl, because I also said very little. I looked at her, instead--at her face, which seemed girlish and innocent enough (as if those two descriptors corresponded at all). She looked back at me, meeting my gaze only for a second before lowering her eyes, as if shy.
- I wondered if she would kill me.
- The microwave screamed. I turned away to fetch the milk, and wondered if she would do it now--bite me now, while my back was turned. Lunge forwards and sink her venomous teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. It wouldn't be difficult--my reflexes were slow. By the time I realized the danger I was in, it would be all too late. And then, depending on the poison--
- There would be some pain. Or a lot of pain. Or perhaps not so much pain at all.
- And then--
- A thin cloud of cocoa powder rose into the air as I peeled open the lid of the container. It tasted like chocolate. It tasted like dust, and sand.
- The metal of the teaspoon pressed into the flesh of my thumb.
- "Say when."
- She said when.
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