[Stephen winces involuntarily at the mention of pounding one's hand flat. He cradles the bundle in one palm and picks it open with the other hand, careful because he doesn't know that the beads he can feel moving around are all attached until he finishes and actually sees them.]
It's....
[It's not quite what he needs, but it's something that could scratch the itch without the risk of losing real pills because he keeps opening the bottles to get at them.]
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It's....
[It's not quite what he needs, but it's something that could scratch the itch without the risk of losing real pills because he keeps opening the bottles to get at them.]
Thank you. This must have been hard to come by.