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My, this happened quickly. And a brilliant bit of writing by Lizlet -"First, he ran one finger along the back of the chair, as if to test its durability — but really, as a celebration of its form. He admired the slick curve of the metal, letting his touch linger as he let his appreciation grow..." Complete one-sit fic here: Eastwood and his love affair with his chair...