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Sam takes a seat where the kid was, looking at himself in the little makeup mirror, at Bucky grinding the bristles of his brushes dry against a folded paper towel. His left hand is gloved. Sam wants to poke at him and see if he's right about this part of all Steve's unsaids too. "How about a rainbow heart right here?" tapping his left cheek.

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