A Tight Grip
Stiff plastic. Frozen gaze. Then a twitch. My fingers tightened on their own around the coiled white rope in my right hand. Heh. Actually moving. I rolled my wrist, feeling the rough loops shift against my palm, then tapped the plastic edge of the toy rack resting next to me. Solid wood beneath my boots. Time to see what else gives.
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