David doesn't even see the carving. He is so lost in his thoughts. He is grateful for the coffee Clay hands him. It gives him something to hold, to prevent the fidgeting and to warm his hands that have turned ice cold.
"This Alexander, Clay." David pauses for a while before continuing, "Can you describe him? What did he look like?"
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Date: 2004-04-27 08:32 am (UTC)"This Alexander, Clay." David pauses for a while before continuing, "Can you describe him? What did he look like?"