[ She shakes her head, and reaches for the asprin and the water on the bedside herself, offering him them both. ]
I wouldn't . . .
[ She knew better than anyone how precious the sounds in those wheels were, how important the chorus of parts, no matter how discordant it had become with his body. She'd held it all, once; their scratches, their burns, their faded ghosts and endless hope. Dismantled them completely, blended them in to a symphony of other sounds . . . and just as carefully teased their melody apart again, bringing them back home to those same fox-lined wheels. ]
External maintenance only. Just the release on the rear wheels.
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I wouldn't . . .
[ She knew better than anyone how precious the sounds in those wheels were, how important the chorus of parts, no matter how discordant it had become with his body. She'd held it all, once; their scratches, their burns, their faded ghosts and endless hope. Dismantled them completely, blended them in to a symphony of other sounds . . . and just as carefully teased their melody apart again, bringing them back home to those same fox-lined wheels. ]
External maintenance only. Just the release on the rear wheels.