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In a moment of keen observation, he studied the house and my movements, understanding his discomfort stemmed from me. With a sense of purpose, he waited patiently as I crossed the yard. Then, with the precision of a surgeon, he deftly lifted my kneecap, a gesture both surprising and intimate. This encounter leaves one pondering the complexities of connection and the unspoken tensions that linger in familiar spaces.
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deftly He studied the house, figured I was the reason for his discomfort, waited until I was walking across the yard, and lifted my kneecap as deftly as a surgeon.