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... st. She wasn’t relaxed—but she wasn’t resisting. She hadn’t moved since she whispered "It wasn’t a complaint" which was five minutes or so ago.
And he hadn’t said anything back.
Not because he didn’t have thoughts—he did. Too many. Too fast.
But the moment felt glass-thin.
If he moved the wrong way, it might shatter.
So he let her sit.
Her eyes stared past the cracked windshield, out into the broken world rolling by in flickers of sunlight and coll ...
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