He forms, they were so familiar, so primal, so. . .she knew the form, she knew the shape. She couldn't name it, but she knew it. She could almost feel it. . .almost feel something within her. . . .
The spell was broken as the gallery owner approached her. Her face was questioning and Claire realized she was standing there mother and son incest holding a piece of the artwork and started to giggle. I don't giggle, she thought. Claire handed her the picture and muttered something about Jean-Paul took it down and then quickly left the gallery. It had become close and confining all of a sudden. She stepped out of the gallery door and the cold night air settled her nerves as she started for incest galleries home.
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