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“You wrote something…”

She pauses, leans her right elbow a bit harder into the peach table top, like her body is thinking the images she sees all the way through to her mouth. She’s dangling and catching, dangling and catching…

“A piece…

Dangling and catching

It gave you… back… ten years back on to your life… You did the right thing”