[ Nigel looks at the bed and, with his mind, negotiates a path for himself to it before actually moving towards it. When he drops down onto the edge, it's with his back held bone-straight -- more out of fear of popping a button than maintaining good posture. ]
I used to watch my mother braid her hair, [ he says, like he's confiding some great secret. ] When I was a child. She'd never let me help her.
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I used to watch my mother braid her hair, [ he says, like he's confiding some great secret. ] When I was a child. She'd never let me help her.