Unbroken Cycle

His long slender fingers rake through his dirty blonde locks, and Randy wonders briefly why his hair always has that slightly greasy look about it, even when freshly washed.  The first glimmers of daylight peek tentatively over the horizon.  Clipped moments strobe in his mind, snippets of events.  Bodies shimmering with a patina of glitter, breasts and buttocks, full, and on display.

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