Gideon Breed *I slid away from my machine as that iconic Rolling Stones tongue came across as an ad, throwing me back into time. Rubbing my jaw, I could still see my mate in that white tank and denim jacket. My jeans tightened as I recalled a certain article of clothing she had been missing. Shutting down the program I had been running, I then stalked toward our quarters, my mind filled with images of Savannah.*
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