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He didn’t leave. She didn’t leave. A shape between her and the stairs. The pieces of her mouth touched. This isn’t where to begin. Go back, smile. Go back; stop back there. Blood, pulse, blink. She tried not to look; she blinked longer. She tried not to look at him. She trips again in there was, there was, there was and the habitual touches, and lips.