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she swiped them out of his hands with the disgust of a person who was not committed to any consideration of scale when it came to emotional display.
Clay was the runt of this round of fellows. He had a slightly lazy eye, which would stray only when he’d been staring at you for a long time, as if the eye were done with the conversation and was hinting at the rest of him that it was time to go.
It’s crazy that the friends you’re fondest of from your youth sometimes resemble people you would cross the street to avoid as an adult.
