She turns over again. Are you asleep? she asks. And for a moment I'm not sure what I should say. That is, I know what I should say, but I'm not sure what I'm going to say. Finally it's I know you're awake, and Then why did you ask? and It's what you do, you know. It's what one does.
What's up? and she's silent. And I can only hear the slow and steady breathing of what she wants to say. But the words never come. It's what you do, you know? It's what one does.
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