"My face pains you?" Thomas repeated, laughing. He touched his face, fingers to chis cheeks, chin, forehead and ears before dropping them and sighing in a long suffering fashion.
"What could I possibly do to make my face not pain you?" he wondered, still amused. "I wouldn't want you to ache every single time you look at me."
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"What could I possibly do to make my face not pain you?" he wondered, still amused. "I wouldn't want you to ache every single time you look at me."