[Something in her face softens behind against the palm of her hand. It's sweet, and sweet things deserve-- well, nevermind the particulars. The sentiment at least warrants some respect.
She isn't so old and hard as all that.]
I felt the same.
[Which is not like telling a secret. It's only a statement of some gentle fact, held tenderly for its delicacy in the warm night.]
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She isn't so old and hard as all that.]
I felt the same.
[Which is not like telling a secret. It's only a statement of some gentle fact, held tenderly for its delicacy in the warm night.]