[ a shrug, like motion could slough the memory. talking trails his knotted fists across the sheets, restless -- and he's shifting to follow through after all: dropping into a slouch at the very edge of the bed, side-by-side with bare centimeters between them under the arid night. ]
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[ a shrug, like motion could slough the memory. talking trails his knotted fists across the sheets, restless -- and he's shifting to follow through after all: dropping into a slouch at the very edge of the bed, side-by-side with bare centimeters between them under the arid night. ]
And it's still got power.