[The sensation of a pause. The texture of a moment unwinding from its spool.]
We would prefer you didn't.
[It's as if some measure of of this place has come into sharper focus, though the words are spoken flat and dry and the silver sheet of her hair swaying forward across her shoulder as she turns to the next page in her book. Still: the weight of her in the room is palpable.]
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We would prefer you didn't.
[It's as if some measure of of this place has come into sharper focus, though the words are spoken flat and dry and the silver sheet of her hair swaying forward across her shoulder as she turns to the next page in her book. Still: the weight of her in the room is palpable.]