[She feels stupid, on his lap like she's a little kid. He kisses her face all over and she wants to push it into something familiar, hot and distracting and mindless. But she can't. She's too sad and too tired. Long days of hard physical work and short nights of poor sleep are taking their toll. She kisses him back when he reaches her lips, but it's not an invitation -- just a grateful acceptance of comfort.]
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