When she leans to get in, the bottle cap falls down against whatever else is there and makes that sound again. And that sound becomes her sound, like the can in the water, like if I ever had to find her in the dark I wouldn’t look for her, I would listen for her, and I would know that sound out of all the others in the world.
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| — | Eliot in Scrambled Eggs at Midnight (via hailed) |
