It seemed so harmless at the time. The chocolate bunnies on Peter’s desk had been staring at him for days. They were taunting him, flicking their little ears. It would only be one set of ears. Just one. He wouldn’t eat them. No, he would just touch them. He was a mature man, at least he thought he was, and he could resist. Neal tried to concentrate
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