[ His mouth twists, nodding again. Another awkward pause, and he takes a step back, a hand on the doorway. ]
I'll be around. [ None of this is right. As he starts to leave it feels like his feet might sink straight through the floor, the sense that he's about to wake up any second returning. ]
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I'll be around. [ None of this is right. As he starts to leave it feels like his feet might sink straight through the floor, the sense that he's about to wake up any second returning. ]