She studied her shoes for ages, laces frayed from her obvious clumsiness
He touched her arm, lightly, as tornadoes settled themselves and memories
fought the weather,
her hair, it seemed, was nappier on Tuesdays, and he tousled her
when she woke up.
"Please" was always spoken too lightly,
she fell inside herself with the familiarity of requests
and apologized for winter's mess,
she...
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