Those hands that had shoved him out of the way of countless fists and bullets and bad ideas. Stopped him from taking Artie Solkin six feet under. Tugged him close enough to blend their heartbeats after Gillian. Those same hands that had reached out blindly for him across a Monopoly board.
Sentences like this are why you are my favourite writer in S/H. Mush free, and yet I melt.
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Date: 2007-05-05 06:24 pm (UTC)Sentences like this are why you are my favourite writer in S/H. Mush free, and yet I melt.