Aha, I said, then apologized for saying aha, but the point is, you said not the real thing. I was choking on Damian's terror. He looked strangely suspicious, and I realized that it was my expression in his eyes, more than his, as if I'd taught him that look, and this caution. He leaned in against my hair, where I'd hidden my face, and whispered, I'll stop and pick someone else if it's too much.
Not real the way an emotion is real, but real the way a rock, a chair, or an animal is real. So terribly tight. I raised my head up off of Jean-Claude, and this time he let me, but he kept his hand against my hair. I thought you didn't like to be in charge, I said.
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