Their smiles were quivering, strained. Their words were polite and distant.
She held onto them with fanatic, desperate fervour. Tried her best to banish the lifeless gaze from their eyes. She yearned to see their teeth, revealed in amusement, to see their uvulas shaking in joyous laughter. But their tragedy lay thickly over them, in everything they did. Their tragedy of warm summer days and cocktails by the lake. Their tragedy of a single, lonely arm-float drifting to shore. Their eyes and minds and hearts were closed, and there she stood, in the ruinous rubble of their once happy lives.
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