so he explored himself , probing at the wound at the center of his personal world like pressing the tip of his tongue into a dry socket . she lifted a hand to her face . he was gone before i could say anything more . `` keep them open , '' i whisper , pulling away from his lips . `` you never let me have any fun , '' she muttered . my eyes follow her until she is gone . these are baby clothes that she got for a few dollars . 