He turned her around to face him but she avoided his eyes. Looking at anyone in the eyes would mean she could be examined too closely. “How’re you feeling?” he asked her, stroking her hair.
“Fine.” Fine was a pencil line, zero 1, zero 2, zero 3. She walked a fine line, her hair was fine. It hung.
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