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Her finger dug into his anus when she spoke. He could hear the bees going back and forth from the wild thyme flowers, the splash of a duck alighting on the lake, the clopping of a wooden wind chime in an almond tree. Hard to say what they were doing there. He says, “Sorry,” and drops his hands on her shoulders.

“You speak Thusi,” he said. “Are you all right, Michael?”“Yeah. The ship will be ready. He came away looking sad and grim.