[ there is a deep pleasure found in being the purveyor of a good gift. peggy's smile grows in fractions -- a sort of tight weight taken off her shoulder when she watches him take stock of the bat's grip; it's weight; it's balance. and then he exchanges the gift for her hand and the rush of gratitude mingled with hesitation overcomes her. her cheeks puff up with a sigh. ]
Yes, Steve? [ there is so little space between them, and yet it feels like a canyon. she leans forward on the bare ball of one foot -- magnetized. ]
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Yes, Steve? [ there is so little space between them, and yet it feels like a canyon. she leans forward on the bare ball of one foot -- magnetized. ]