Becca Fitzpatrick
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Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good, he observed. It's called a shower..., I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. Soap, shampoo, hot water, I added, almost as an afterthought. Naked. I know the drill, Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes. ✨ Becca Fitzpatrick (2011). Silence, p.186, Simon and Schuster

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