"Do you think," he starts, and then hunches down again before he finally makes himself sit down-- two beds removed from her, of course, because it won't do to be too close. He stubs out his cigarette, grinds it down underneath his booth before rubbing a hand over his mouth.
"Do you think there's a reason for these things? Why the breaches go the way they do?"
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Date: 2016-03-29 07:59 am (UTC)"Do you think there's a reason for these things? Why the breaches go the way they do?"