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He reached out, his fingers brushing hers. "We missed it the first time, didn't we?"

"You're late," Elias said, his voice a little rougher than he intended. Maybe This Time - Michael Martin Murphey (Lyrics) рџЋµ

Clara smiled, a small, fragile thing. "Maybe we just weren't ready then." He reached out, his fingers brushing hers

He didn't have to look up to know it was Clara. Some rhythms are burned into the soul—the way she shook her umbrella, the specific cadence of her boots on the hardwood. He reached out