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So liquid was his voice, acquiescent and thick, when he finally broke the silence, but not broke it, no, an impossible crescendo between a rest and a whole note.
Just the face of the storm."
But no callousness, all feeling
Liquid gold in the eyes of a man.
The black of the night glistened, like the ink of a pen only just pressed to paper.
His lips were slightly parted, the way one might part their lips in the rain, hoping to taste the sky's sweetness. But instead I saw the stars, exactly the same as in our perceptions, infinitesimal sparkles, alighting on his lips, so perfect, remaining there like glistening drops on the outside of a glass.
and, with an oh my God, I'd bitten into him--I felt only warmth, inner warmth, that of intoxication, too much alcohol in the bloodstream, warmth in my heart and head and fingers and toes.
So liquid was his voice, acquiescent and thick, when he finally broke the silence, but not broke it, no, an impossible crescendo between a rest and a whole note.
"Jamie, there's something I have to tell you."
What gold pride, gold like bronze and flame, what a glorious color. It seemed to shift before my eyes, bubbles in a vial, some sinking and some floating. Liquid gold in the eyes of a man.
"I... I had to be sure."
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