"You fixed my nose," she said. Her voice wasn't a synthesized MP4. It was low, rough, exhausted.
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The monitors were off, but a blue glow pulsed from the corner. She was there. Not on the screen. There . Tifa leaned against his mini-fridge, arms crossed. Her leather gloves creaked as she shifted her weight. Rain dripped from her hair onto his cheap laminate flooring. "You fixed my nose," she said
Or so he told himself.