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Clay's hand is slowly moving up and down Ranuccio's arm.
She comes to see me. Brought me flowers. And curtains.
He pauses.
She's got a mark - a tattoo - now. She says I'm in it too.
His jaw clenches a little. Then he shrugs again. Nothing he can do about it. He turns his head a little and rubs his nose against Ranuccio's temple.
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She comes to see me. Brought me flowers. And curtains.
He pauses.
She's got a mark - a tattoo - now. She says I'm in it too.
His jaw clenches a little. Then he shrugs again. Nothing he can do about it. He turns his head a little and rubs his nose against Ranuccio's temple.