It was almost as if he hadn't touched her. So you think I was too rough for Clair, because of my size? And your technique is vigorous. The images broke then, shattering like a mirror that had been hit; glimpses. She swayed in her chair.
She was bigger than I was, taller, just bigger, and I lifted her like she weighed nothing. No, I'm not. He touched my chin, the barest of touches, and began to raise my face upward. Sorry, gotta catch that.
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