She pins an off-hand confession en passant. The message board is dried heartskin and absolved of foot traffic worth a damn. The note is pressed from skepticism, with harsh glass edges. Folded twice to hide a double entendre. She knows that her excavation is widely sought. To set her suggestion is to summon a storm of uncertainty. She's counting on a tsunami.
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