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It wasn’t until she pulled his head up that he realized he had crossed his arms over his head. Her hands were warm against his face. He wanted to tell her everything, right then, and he wanted to say nothing, ever. He lifted his hands to sign, then realized he didn’t know what he wanted to say. He tried again.David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle (128-129)
It won’t be true if I don’t say it.
