Sean Gibson
The ghostly pale creature glided in closer, a tangled thicket of ropy, slime-covered vines dangling from two dark and cavernous openings on its underside, and it snorted and snuffled, exhaling a stream of hot, fetid air that tickled my lips and filled me with a dread so fearsome I couldn’t move. On this, our first date, Sean Gibson had decided to kiss me, and I couldn’t escape the path of his horrific proboscis.
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