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I strongly recommend listening to a track from this video as you read (I personally like the first one) - He cradled the train of fabric in his hands, letting it balance on his palm as if it were a fragile shard of glass. Snowy satin flowed against his skin like seawater – something Levi hadn’t seen in years, something he’d promised to take her to see one day. All circumstances considered, he might have to break that vow now. Levi crumpled the light satin in his fist in one motion, clutching it so tightly his knuckles nearly matched its color. Was this the shoulder of the dress? The skirt, the neckline? He tried imagining