[ Maybe it's too sad to see broken people... And sadder to know some people are simply that way. That's a tragedy with no blame to cast. They're all just his opinion, of course.
He feels Yves' touch and instinctively moves his shoulder away. It isn't a violent pull back, but instead maybe fretful. ]
How can you be when not all of you is there? [ ... ] Maybe it isn't too late for you.
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He feels Yves' touch and instinctively moves his shoulder away. It isn't a violent pull back, but instead maybe fretful. ]
How can you be when not all of you is there? [ ... ] Maybe it isn't too late for you.
[ but a new memory plays on the reflections of these mirrors. ]