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Was he really that tense---?As palms met his shoulders and began to knead them,Adam cringed some against the push, but softenedimmediately after as the tension was drawn out byhelp of skillful hands.

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It had started innocently enough - a hand on his knee that Adam paid little mind to, beyond giving a soft smile in response. But as moments went on that hand slipped higher, further, and soon Adam was tipping towards the other with a meaningful glance.

“Don’t start somethin’ if you don’t plan on following through---                                My heart won’t be able to take it.”

“Look, I don’t wanna like... get this off to a bad start. But it’s almost certainly a mistake.”

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Cold, not just cold, freezing, frigid. Pale skin turned red, lips cracked, peeling. Pale blue eyes that ached, wishing to close. Rest, just sleep, g i v e  u p. She didn’t give up well, her bones ached, tears burned, but she didn’t give up. She never gave up. The cold became part of her, the pain became part of her, and changed her. A girl that was once full of fire became a woman with a heart of ice. The jobs, the work they all became easier. She was determined still, but now, careless of others. It became too easy to kill, to do whatever it took to survive.

“He was dead by the time I got there, President.” He walked to the window, arms crossed as he stared at the world outside, “And I can’t interrogate a dead man.”

         “As enlightening as that was, I fail           to see how it will help?”