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It gets cold, sometimes. And that would surprise Ennis if anything could, but seems there ain't much surprising anymore. Sometimes, though, he sits down and things about things that're warm. It don't help much, but it passes the time. Beds'n'blankets and people, too.

And when those days and nights and things that can't be called neither get long and lonely, sometimes he thinks about layin' there in that bed of Sallie's, and it's 'bout like he can feel it.

Date: 2007-11-02 04:49 pm (UTC)
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There. On her shoulder.

"...What the good gorram," Sallie mumbles, staring at the loosened blanket around her shoulder and the spot where she could have sworn someone had just grazed by.

Date: 2007-11-02 05:39 pm (UTC)
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A thought through the mind of someone that Sallie can't see or hear.

But maybe she feels something, and she can't help but keep staring at that space -- the empty space right next to her that some secluded corner of her brain lets believe there is someone there who is not.

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