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"It smells cold in here," she said, and then kind of shruged with her mouth. She was really good at it.
"I don't know how to fix that," I said.
"Oh no, no, I didn't mean you had to fix it, I was just saying, you know..."
"Oh..." I sunk in my chair, the old cracked leather sighed and groaned, a sound that you can feel in your spine and in the tips of your fingers. It was one of my favorite sounds. It was one of the reasons I loved that chair so much.
"Wow," she said, "that's such an ugly chair. It kind of smells, too. You should really invest in some new furniture."
"Mhmm..."
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