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The sash on the window is up—sticky, so Armie had to get a shoulder under it to force it to move—and the cloying air that’s circulating is doing nothing to dry the sweat on Timothée’s thighs that Armie’s hand slicks over. A doppler-ed wail of a taxi horn rises, with the heat, from the pavement below. The shouts and bustle of the midday city crowds mingle with Timothée’s pants, his soft, plaintive murmurs.