[She looks up at him as his name pours gracefully from his lips. It's as if he's given her the secret to her own survival and in an instant she feels herself clinging to it. Thomas. That is his name.]
Justine.
[She answers in a soft breathy voice.]
It's really you.
[Justine feels a flood of emotions fill her chest. Are they hers? She knows their caused is directly related to the man sitting across from her.]
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Justine.
[She answers in a soft breathy voice.]
It's really you.
[Justine feels a flood of emotions fill her chest. Are they hers? She knows their caused is directly related to the man sitting across from her.]