” He could feel a small bump where he knew a cavity of smooth flesh should reside. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. "Do you want it back under the pillow?" "Hang it over a chair.
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