"Take it." He coaxed.
She did.
"Swallow." He guided.
She did.
"Wait." He commanded.
For 10.5 years amorcapsulation ensued. The prevailing promise of love in a tiny pill that was too big to swallow.
"Patience." He encouraged.
She bit her lip.
"Soon." He promised.
She gagged.
The last pill never went down.
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Very powerful. Looking forward to reading more of your work!