Fine, you want to wrestle, we can wrestle, but wouldn't it be less embarrassing, and less childish, if you just turned around? I took a deep breath, let it out slow, and turned around. So soft, and so hard, all at the same time. He had an armful of plates, green glass, blue glass. It felt like, if I touched Avery, I could know anything in his head, his body, his soul.
It pulled my shoulders forward and was limiting my mobility, and she'd made it impossible for me to go for my gun. Gigolo, she said. I had a moment, a heartbeat, where I smelled Barbara Brown's skin underneath the sweetness of her perfume. Sometimes I wondered if shrug was the right word.
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