[and if she closes her eyes, she can still smell the fresh paint. the feel of never slept in linens under her fingertips. the endless din of the First Class dining room with a string quartet only discerned if one paid close attention]
That actually sounds good. I'm unused to eating with my hands, but I assume it's an ability I'll need to get accustomed to.
[...oh, shit. what does he know? why is he asking that? no one else knew anything, unless she gave away too many clues herself. usually the year went by without comment]
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That actually sounds good. I'm unused to eating with my hands, but I assume it's an ability I'll need to get accustomed to.
[...oh, shit. what does he know? why is he asking that? no one else knew anything, unless she gave away too many clues herself. usually the year went by without comment]
April.