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He starts spilling; his head down; his voice whimpery, weak and fragile.
Harumi does… delicately graze past his fingers and misses it completely, lifting his chin instead to face her. “Lloyd… I know. I know — about everything: the thoughts you think and the feelings you feel.” She lets her finger then drop, sliding down over from neck to chest, pinning his heart where clothes are in the way. Lloyd feels her nail digging; his heart stinging. “I know the one thing you want most.”
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Lloyd has a ghost problem, among other things.