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She brought the ends of her fingers to her mouth and moistened them in her warm saliva. The whorls of her prints glistened in the harsh light of the room, but it wasn't her own outlines she was interested in raising. His hand lay outstretched in his…
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As soon as a complication emerges, the obvious choice is to move to another line. But I don't. I can't.
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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