[A retort rises and dies in her throat.]
[His voice, as expected—not gentle. His hands, the wrapping—]
Why.
[More insistent. She doesn’t move.]
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[A retort rises and dies in her throat.]
[His voice, as expected—not gentle. His hands, the wrapping—]
Why.
[More insistent. She doesn’t move.]