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09/23/2004: "Contact"

It comes as a glance, a word, a touch. She got back from the hospital and merely touched my back as she passed, and that was enough. I heard the details later, from someone else; about the accident, the injuries, the prognosis. Z came in later, withdrawn, forehead creased, avoiding contact. She's like that sometimes, and you just have to respect the "No Trespassing" sign and wait for her to take it down.