Nov. 22nd, 2011

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By the time they have looked at all the cases on the walls, at least five people have come and gone from the room, all showing stern interest but not grasping what he does about the paintings. She smiles; they still have the upright cases in the centre to pour over.

When he bends down, grinning at the lid of a tiny oval box – black lacquer, bright with green and soft pink – the collar of his shirt slides back, revealing the nape of his neck. The hairs on the back of her own raise. She catches her breath. It is smooth, pale, and elegantly elongates as he cranes forward even further for a closer look.

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