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“Let’s just sit here for a minute.”

He closes his eyes and rubs his temples.

From across the table’s wreckage, she watches him… needing him… needing him to-

She looks down at her peeling arms and puts her hands over the flaking skin protectively, shamefacedly.

She clears her throat and announces, “I have mange.”

He smiles but does not open his eyes.