Mr. Wilson can hardly be unaware that once a writer chooses to youthen or resurrect a word, it lives again.
He nods, time traveling to a point when there were no central lines, no low blood counts, no immunosuppressive drugs. His face youthens momentarily as he bridges back to a point on a timeline that has none of this devastation on it.
... stuff away means that I'm not part of the rubric for Draconian network policy. But then ...
... lost her hair. And then you come through a year later, and you're like, "Hey, Lexie, ...