I shook my head. I finished the poem with my face pressed against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, that truly beat with my blood. He squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me. They could have hidden in there.
You're great at everything but admitting it, he said. You're shielding us all, aren't you? He nodded. It was only then that I realized we were all nude. When my skin wasn't cold to the touch, and I'd stopped shivering, I slowed down, then shook my head.
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