[ she pulls back. like a rubberband, snapping back into place, her mind extricates from his. she rests one hand on the metal frame just above his shoulder and leans in, dropping her voice, affecting a softness as though her desire not to hurt him was some authentic earnest.
it's not. she wants to pry him apart. pick him open and take a look inside. but there is the objective to consider. ]
You can do better than that. You're going to have to, if you don't want me to go looking for myself.
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it's not. she wants to pry him apart. pick him open and take a look inside. but there is the objective to consider. ]
You can do better than that. You're going to have to, if you don't want me to go looking for myself.