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The voice was not unfamiliar, but by that I don’t mean it was known to me. It was familiar in the way you can know what something you haven’t felt yet feels like. Such as kissing or falling down a deep, dark hole like Alice in the story. A voice I might have heard in a dream. In truth, I did feel it more than heard it. Up and down that needle in my chest.
“Yes,” I replied, nervously. “We do.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Okay, I suppose. A whole lot cleaner.”
I was faking being light-hearted, as it’s difficult to be light-hearted when your heart’s beating a hole in your chest, but in in some way, his voice had already charmed me into talking as I might have talked to my first Levi. And also, I did not want to be timid.
“You didn’t come alone,” he said.
“No. But she’s a pa
