Large and hairless and clammy.
Pasty, pale... unblemished and all the more grotesque for it.
He is gentle, sickeningly light and puffy when he brushes against you.
He brushes against you frequently.
Your skin crawls every time and you dread the day you should ever get used to it.
You have a knife picked out for that day.
You haven't decided who it's for, though. You keep putting that off.
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