She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel-tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange. Like the tip of a soldering iron. Color so hot or so cold if she touches you with it you can't tell which.
( Ken Kesey )
[ One Flew Over the Cuckoo's ]
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