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The little things they did to cope that neither of them dared mention. How Scott slept with the blinds completely shut because if not the moonlight would look slated like it did through the bars on the lone window (he woke up once and it had been too dark to tell the difference between beige drywall and gray concrete and he'd shut down until well into the morning). How Pearl still sometimes rationed everything into halves because her body was still on the same fucked up clock (her food, her sleep, her thinking. All things that she'd do one day and then not know how to do the next, like she was waiting for Jimmy to act in her place. Scott wondered if he did, wherever he was).
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Scott would later pray to gods he didn't believe in that he'd never forget the small nod Jimmy gave that said so much more than such a small action had any right to. He'd pray that he'd never forget the kiss from lips that were no longer split and chapped.