[Fifty of one, half a dozen of the other, they're both hopeless in this . . .]
Just once.
[He pulls his arm back, holding his cigarette between his teeth. Carefully, hands calloused and hardened, he slides his fingers beneath Ling's jaw, tipping his head up.]
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Just once.
[He pulls his arm back, holding his cigarette between his teeth. Carefully, hands calloused and hardened, he slides his fingers beneath Ling's jaw, tipping his head up.]
Open your mouth.