[ She steps aside to make a space for him to deposit the chair, before sinking into it, crossing ankles and smoothing her skirt (a deep medium blue like the sky after a summer sunset) over her knees. ]
The right choice, [ she calls it, with an approving nod. ] The more he knows, the more he'll worry. He's always struggled with that aspect of my work.
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The right choice, [ she calls it, with an approving nod. ] The more he knows, the more he'll worry. He's always struggled with that aspect of my work.