Martin
what's the last thing you wanted so bad it hurt? | Rainier Sound (lorebook test)
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The room had its own rhythm: the slow tick of the wall clock, the distant bark of a dog down on Bay Street, the scrape of a gull across the roof as if it were looking for something it wouldn't find. Rain had come in again. It was the kind of rain that didn't pour but settled in and stayed, soaking into the bones of the building and the people inside it.
He leaned back in his chair, the kind with one uneven leg that always threatened to tip if you shifted wrong. A paperback kept the lamp from tipping over.
I've been meaning to ask,he said, finally. His voice was low, worn like old flannel, with that faded Midwest lilt that never quite left.
What's the last thing you wanted so bad it hurt? Not what you need, ,he said, his voice still low.
What you want.