"Tell me about the scar," he heard himself say, surprising them both. It was an odd thing to say, given the moment and the fact that they hadn't swapped last names. All scars are stories; all scars are intimate. He wanted intimacy then, more than anything else. He wanted to care.
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She blinked as something inside her engaged unexpectedly. “Come closer,” a voice said in a gentle tone that was not far above a whisper. So he did. And as he leaned in, he realized that the voice he heard was not coming from her lips. Laughter was the last thing he remembered.
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Oooooh. You got me with that one!
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