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Being
He bows at her body, thankful and polite, acknowledges the service, plays the part.
She smiles at stories, smart enough to be cynical but hopeful enough to be happy.
He takes out a notepad and pretends not to watch for a reaction
As she reads his silver words
As she reads his mind through the blunt tool of his silver words.
He runs.
He thinks he’s wrong because she told h...
Friday 18th January 2019 5:49 pm
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