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Angled

October 10, 2007

The only light fell across them from the garage. She clutched the steering wheel and smiled, but not at him, just into the space between the car and the house. He lingered. She kept her body angled at something closer to 35 or 45 degrees – she hoped it said what she wasn’t able to put between them.

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