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Timothy knew why he was being a jerk. He couldn't help the feeling of happiness he got when Prema walked into a room, but he could control how comfortable they both got with it. Watching her go, though, he realized he really didn't want to hurt her, he only wanted to hold himself back. It would be hard not to notice her, he told himself. It didn't mean anything. He felt like a cheater. He had been a widower for four months. It was just a guy thing, he told himself. Of course he noticed a pretty girl like Prema.
He took another sip of rum and Coke. As soon as it was in his mouth, he remembered that he didn't want to drink it, but he couldn't put the cup down. It held an occupied space in his hand, it was something he was doing. He thought of his silver flute and his wooden flute. Both
