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“Suit yourself,” she said and followed him into the kitchen

“I heard you were hurt and I wanted to ainst the doorframe

“I’m okay,” he lied, because it was second nature He pulled out soured should be around here soht, not just fro He recked by how badly he wanted her here, how badly he wanted to talk to her and touch her

He picked up a knife and she stepped forward

“Let me make you a sandwich” She pointed at the knife held in his shaking fingers “You’ll kill yourself the rate you’re going”

He put the knife down on the counter next to the loaf of bread that had apparently been there all along

He stepped out of the way and dropped into a kitchen chair If she washim

“So what happened last night?” she asked, peeling thin slices of pink hae

“Ran into a door”

She looked over at hi door”

“Three big doors”

She smiled and put two pieces of cheese on the meat—just the way he liked it “Why’d you do it?”

Because you touched me Because you won’t leave me alone Because it hurts so bad

“Seeood idea at the ti there, she opened his fridge and took out an apple and the rotting grapes he hadn’t touched since Mac duroceries on him He watched her rinse them, weed out the soft and brown ones, slice up the apple, remove the core

He wanted to block it out, wanted to cover his ears to stop the sound of Ben singing to himself in the other room

“You need to eat,” she said as a plate clattered in front of hiood meal in months”