In the end, it was the sighs that did it. Sighs matter. With each deflating hum the horizon became increasingly visible behind his consistently shrinking bravado. Earlier, staring into an infinity of reflections in two bar mirrors facing each other, she complained that there was no way to look past, into the abyss. Now was her chance and she took it.
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