29 Tuesday Nov 2011
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“It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths”.
How true, she thought, as she stared right past him, ignoring the sound of his voice. She no longer cared to take in the details of his face, his skin, his shirt. Or whom he sat next to. He blended into the background. She wasn’t listening as intently anymore.
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