No, we were still in the same room, both of us having to

No, we were still in the same room, both of us having to breathe and speak in the aftermath of her wink.

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In the book "Prep" by Curtis Sittenfeld, the author captures a moment filled with tension and intrigue. The narrator describes being in a shared space with another person, highlighting the aftermath of a significant gesture—the wink. This simple action carries weight, suggesting an unspoken bond or understanding that lingers in the air between them.

The phrase reflects the complexities of interpersonal relationships and the subtleties of communication. It emphasizes how small...

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