Zipped

“Just tug it,” said Shae.

“What do you think I’m doing?” snapped Paul.

“Scissors are in the drawer,” sighed Shae.

“Ah, no, I got it,” said Paul, sliding the zip down her back.

Shae stepped out of her old skin. “Finally.”

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