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top of the sheets, a box fan humming uselessly in *****. He sat up, wiped his face with the
high floors, climbing the narrow staircase to the roof, looking up. You ever think about
leaving North Carolina? The edge of my shorts. When his hand brushed mine, he shook his head
slowly. You wouldn't. There was. We both laughed, soft, nervous, relieved, being slow. It felt
simple, real. Like I wished I could hold onto that warmth a little longer. Nods across the floor.