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"Tell me what you want me to say" he said finally.
"I can't. That's not how it works."

He has the sense that if he put his hands out, his palms would touch some invisible material that separates him from other people.

Sometimes he looked at her across the table and was overwhelmed by a sucking feeling; it was like turning a kaleidoscope of memories until the patternes clicked, a tunnel thorugh time to a place he thought he'd never see again.