"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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As though chains of iron had been released from around my ankles, and a cage of bleakness and despair had been shattered, I felt free.

Bathed in a sorcerer's touch, tender-kissed by kindness, the world that my newfound freedom had given birth to was one only of beauty, kindness and safety. It was as though Vicks VapoRub had been applied to my chest, minus the dizzying odour, warmth burning through my body, unblocking my sinuses.

Blake's living room ceased to be; the rug on the hardwood became high rising waves, and the chipped coffee table became the nasty prison upon which the newly evolved sea-monky, Patch was being held captive by evil hammer-head sharks.

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