He stroked his beard and its prickly resistance felt good across his fingers. It helped him to think, to plot his course, to ponder. Sometimes his fingers became his consciousness and his beard was the worry beads - the worry beard. If you rub your fingers along something coarse or smooth it draws the thoughts down and out of the overladen head. He needed this relief - now.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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