[Sorry Luce, he was scrubbing at his chest as if he wanted to tug on something but there was nothing there, just the worn shirt that was sticking to him from sweat. He curled in to himself a little trying to find an end to the hollowness, even if he knew that it would never really end.]
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[Sorry Luce, he was scrubbing at his chest as if he wanted to tug on something but there was nothing there, just the worn shirt that was sticking to him from sweat. He curled in to himself a little trying to find an end to the hollowness, even if he knew that it would never really end.]
The pieces are missing.