[ ... actually, he probably looked exactly like that, now that he's thinking on it, but he would rather not admit it right now. This feeling, whatever the hell it is – he doesn't understand it. Just knows it's big, whatever the hell it is, by the shadow it casts.
He plucks the deck of cards off the shelf, flicks his thumb across the short edge of the pack. ]
Maybe I just didn't appreciate the goose down on his upper lip.
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[ ... actually, he probably looked exactly like that, now that he's thinking on it, but he would rather not admit it right now. This feeling, whatever the hell it is – he doesn't understand it. Just knows it's big, whatever the hell it is, by the shadow it casts.
He plucks the deck of cards off the shelf, flicks his thumb across the short edge of the pack. ]
Maybe I just didn't appreciate the goose down on his upper lip.