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... lias like a physical blow.
He clutched the phone in both hands and folded forward slowly, spine curving until his forehead nearly touched the leather seat. By the time his knees hit the floorboard he was curled in on himself, shoulders hunched, the device pressed tight to his chest as if it might shatter if he let go. The slap he had delivered still echoed in his palm, but the real weight was lower, somewhere behind his ribs, pressing every breath into something thin and strained.
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