[ There's a beat, mostly taken up by the sound of book stacked atop book and the persistent rain outside.
Tony then leans in over his crossed legs, squinting at her as if trying to divine something, or maybe there is a smudge of her face, something stuck in her teeth, who can say. ]
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Tony then leans in over his crossed legs, squinting at her as if trying to divine something, or maybe there is a smudge of her face, something stuck in her teeth, who can say. ]