[ Luke listens, expression intent and cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Someone unaccustomed to weird shit may be concerned, frightened, but more likely might struggle to connect to what the woman is saying. They might hear it without hearing it.
But he does, it seems, some familiar snag catching in her words. He swallows down the taste of his cigarette and drops his eye line to the porch floor. ]
So it's like a dream?
[ He hovers the cigarette close to his mouth, hesitates, adds, ] All this.
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But he does, it seems, some familiar snag catching in her words. He swallows down the taste of his cigarette and drops his eye line to the porch floor. ]
So it's like a dream?
[ He hovers the cigarette close to his mouth, hesitates, adds, ] All this.