[ His voice stays light, though there's a cast to his smile, a line where his lips press together as he looks across to the other rooftop. That particular adage may strike something of a chord: who has he always been if not more mind than body?
Not that it does much good to think about it, at least in his case. ]
You tellin' me you can't think your way through this one?
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[ His voice stays light, though there's a cast to his smile, a line where his lips press together as he looks across to the other rooftop. That particular adage may strike something of a chord: who has he always been if not more mind than body?
Not that it does much good to think about it, at least in his case. ]
You tellin' me you can't think your way through this one?