[Kim purses his lips as the question stabs him in the chest. One he should have anticipated, but Abel certainly had a way of posing it. The sea view from the balcony of the Whirling-in-Rags flashes in mind, along with a howl of late winter wind through the broken glass of Harry's window.
A pang of shame twists the knife further when Kim thinks of what he would do to have him standing here instead of Abel.
Kim snuffs out his spent cigarette against the railing before adding it to a growing pile of butts in a nearby topiary.]
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A pang of shame twists the knife further when Kim thinks of what he would do to have him standing here instead of Abel.
Kim snuffs out his spent cigarette against the railing before adding it to a growing pile of butts in a nearby topiary.]
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