Out loud, to Zerbrowski, I thought of something to say. I knew all this, so why tell it again? Because something about the proposal had brought it up. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes unfocused, as he stared into my face. Nathaniel's hand snaked around my shoulder.
The only thing I'd ripped off my own body had been underwear. I found my voice, Like what? He moved his head just enough so that he could look me in the eye with his face on my shoulder. A man was leaning against the far wall. I'm not like them.
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