[that, it seems, is what gets anna's attention more than anything else so far. she narrows her eye and grabs for the cigarette, her fingers touching the back of satoko's hand as she does. (it feels better than it should and it's just the meaningless touch of another person.) her own fingers are firmer than they should be, but that's no surprise to satoko, is it?]
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I don't have lungs. Give it back.