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... woman who had just done something she could not undo and was now re-entering the architecture of the world as if the architecture were still the same as it had been twenty minutes ago.
It wasn’t.
Her hands found her lap. Her belly, warm under her palm — the circular motion beginning, the thumb tracing the automatic arc. Her other hand came up and she looked at it for a moment. Then at his coat, folded on the seat beside her.
She reached over.
Took the coat.
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