She barely gets his coat draped over the kitchen chair, turning back to him like she's falling again, only this time it's not on the cool pavement stones of St. Joseph's. Her hands go around his neck and she pulls him down to her, burying her face under his chin, holding on as if her life depended on it.
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She barely gets his coat draped over the kitchen chair, turning back to him like she's falling again, only this time it's not on the cool pavement stones of St. Joseph's. Her hands go around his neck and she pulls him down to her, burying her face under his chin, holding on as if her life depended on it.