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... . Plain. Not decorated. The specific, plain sentence of want without architecture around it. "Particularly. Not someone else. You."
Her lips trembled.
"I’m pregnant," she said. As if he had not noticed.
"I know."
"Vikram—"
"Drove away."
The room.
He moved.
His hands at his own pants now — the button, the zip, the specific, practiced motion. The fabric loosening. The particular, gravity-assisted fall of it.
And he was — there ...
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