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It is something I am used to, this way men have of not talking: they like to kick a divot out of the grass with a boot heel, to slap the roof of a car before it takes off, to spit, to sit with their legs wide apart, as though they do not care.
He waits for her to pick it up, to hand it to him. She waits for him to do it. Neither one of them will budge.
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