[ ... Someone should really tell her about that tendency. But even so, she pulls back a little to look him in the eye. Swallowing again, calm, slow, she doesn't want to press either of them too hard. Too much soft skin, too many broken parts. These kinds of wounds never really heal. ]
Then tell me.
[ Not poetics, let her know how he thinks this will be, will end. ]
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Then tell me.
[ Not poetics, let her know how he thinks this will be, will end. ]