He stood there, watching me... fingers turned into a shape that was either obscene or held significance I dared not make suppositions on. He seemed familiar, and somehow older than what I was thinking of, but I could not place my finger upon where I'd seen him before.
He seemed strong, but only in a way that would push people to help themselves... As though he were a tool with a purpose more than his own. I asked him a question, but he just stood there, staring at me, same somehow symbolic signs held in the air.
So I reached forward and hugged him. Why? I cannot say, save the fact that it seemed the most natural thing to do at the time. His fingers returned to their natural positions, and his arms closed around me.
And with said sight in mind, I rose to consciousness... left to wonder why the hell I was hugging a giant penis by the name of Testaclese...
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