His hands twirled spider arms at the base of the stairs, with arms high and to his side, face tilted, fingers moving. He looked straight ahead into the third indent.
“What's that?” He was saying something, right? He must have been saying something, and he… he hesitated, then hunched down and moved up the climbery two at a time. The door opened and he announced his intentions. “I need to get something to write with.” Clarity.
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