She hadn’t meant for the words to come out the way it did; it was one of those thoughts that are supposed to stay rooted in the mind and dissolve upon the origin of another thought.  But let loose it ran away, slid into the capsules and tunnels of the corpus callosum and into sinuses and out into the open, manifesting words and hurt feelings.  He just looked at her, scratching his eyebrow with one hand, a trait he did when he was anxious.  “What would you do if I said those things to you?”  This time her answer stayed in her mind.


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