“You never get it back unless you never give it up to begin with,” she said. She was watching a movie distractedly, unless she was watching the movie intently and talking to him distractedly. She had a sweater on around her shoulders in what he assumed was a parody of a woman in another movie, one he had never seen. “Bucking the system is making a call out of the house on a line that’s been cut,” she said. “You can say anything you want. You should say it. But no one will hear.” Her voices was insultingly light given the weight of the things she was saying. It wasn’t a sweater around her shoulders at all. It was a mink. And she wasn’t watching a movie but a painting. It was a painting of the two of them, sitting in the room they were sitting in now. Behind them was a figure in a hood, exuding all kinds of menace. He didn’t want to turn around now but he forgot why almost instantly. Maybe he was the one who was distracted.
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