[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]
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[ It'd sound more like a reprimand if she didn't speak so breathily—and if she cared for it to sound like one. Wanda grips the bedspread tightly, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes. It's strange not being able to see him, but she can imagine him clear as day, the pink flush to his cheeks, the way his hair's a mess on his head. She doubts she's gotten a detail wrong in her recollection of him. ]