[She hesitates for only a moment before getting up, looping around the table full of scattered papers and improbable futures before scooping up the lion onto one arm. Its legs dangle.
There's no sound in the house, but she recognizes the lion and knows what it means. No fear trembles in her footsteps, her soft weight hidden between socks and carpet.]
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There's no sound in the house, but she recognizes the lion and knows what it means. No fear trembles in her footsteps, her soft weight hidden between socks and carpet.]