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So I have been keeping them as far apart as possible. “Make sure you get in and get out. We don’t have any way to mask your scent now, so they will know something is up if you go right in. You need to come from the front and when you leave each take a different direction, go as far out as you have to to cover your tracks. Then meet up with us.” “Understood.” They both say. “We have about five minutes, get set.” __

I winced as Cassius let out a small fire while glaring at the beautiful woman. "It's okay, really. Having peace is when I'm alone, you know." Her smile only got bigger so I couldn't see the color of her eyes. "I'll stand three meters away from you." Huh? What's the difference? "60 meters," I said hesitantly and laughed plastically. I slowly walked back to the big rock and I could feel her following me. She walks like a fox, actually. But she couldn't hide her unsteady breath. When I sat down on the rock again, I turned to look at him who was actually three meters away from me.

"I'll need the bitch with me too, if you don't mind. She has to be there as my personal assistant. It's important for the company's repertoire." Michael held his breath, as he waited Nicki's answer. After what seemed like a century, Nicki exhaled. "Fine. But on what condition." "Anything for you, baby. What do you want?" Michael asked, hiding his jubilation behind a mask of indulgence. "She stays fifty feet away from us." Michael smirked at Avery, who rolled her eyes. Fifty or five hundred feet apart, as long as Avery lurks within his perimeter, he was fine with it. "You have my word."

“They won’t break it quickly. - Uh, are you going to go down there? - Are you going to stay here? - Well, uh, - Kim obviously had no offers. - So go ahead. - But it's high up here! And far! - Is it? Vic gave their group an appraising look, deciding who would jump to the ground first, which turned out to be Kim. However, the concept of the word jump as such was not applicable here. The distance to the fence was five paces, which people hardly would have overcome without outside help, even in a jump.

The tension in the apartment had become a living thing. By late afternoon, the distance between Shawn and me felt like a wire pulled taut — three feet of deliberate space that hummed with everything we weren’t allowing ourselves to do. He stood near the windows again, arms crossed, watching me work at the desk like a man guarding the last unbroken thing in his world.

I opened the door beforehand and stepped forward, stopping the relatives from entering the house. “Merry Christmas, everyone. Please, just listen to me for a moment.” I didn’t bother with small talk. Instead, I climbed up onto the edge of a flowerbed and raised my voice. “Today, I, Trisha Fowler, will cut all ties with my family!” The announcement came so suddenly that everyone exchanged confused looks. “Huh? What’s going on?” “Trisha, what happened? Just have a good talk with your dad.”

They had occupied the same room in the specific way of two people who had found a way to be together that did not require the other to perform presence. At six fifty-five she said: "She'll call in the next few minutes." "I know." he said. "The porch. I need ... I think better outside." she said. He went to the porch. She came out with her phone and sat beside him on the steps, which were wide enough for two people at the appropriate distance — not close, not performing distance. The appropriate distance, which they had been finding and refinding for weeks and which had shifted, gradually, to something slightly less than it had been.

Not in the words. But in the way he said them. Elizabeth didn’t respond immediately. Because she felt it. The change. The certainty. And that made it harder to push away. Before she could say anything else, Victor’s voice cut in from a short distance. “We move in five.” Sophia nodded. “We shouldn’t stay exposed too long.” Daniel groaned lightly. “Five minutes isn’t enough.” Emma gave him a small look. “It’s more than nothing.” Elizabeth sat up a little straighter.

I said. "The beds are too far apart," she said. "I flagged it last week and Marcus sent someone and they moved them but not far enough." She looked at the clipboard. "Children coming from difficult places do not want space between them at night. They want to know the person beside them is there." "How far apart are they now," I said. "Still too far," she said. "I measured this morning." I looked at her. At the clipboard and the hair tied back without vanity and the expression of someone who had found the thing that fit and was inside it completely.

Even though I didn't know him and he lived alone in the middle of nowhere for reasons he hadn't shared. The way he'd let me sleep on his couch and made me breakfast without asking for anything in return made me think maybe he was one of the good ones. We were inside the hut now, me still half expecting him to change his mind. "Wait," he said and held up his hand like he needed to explain something important. "If you stay there have to be rules." I nodded because rules made sense. Everything had rules and I was used to following them. "You can't get within five feet of me," he said and his voice was serious. "Ever. I need that space between us at all times."