...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...

...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...

Whatever trace you leave behind you, universe will eventually erase it!

Whenever we touch someone’s life, we leave a trace over there. Always leave good traces so that you can walk in the streets freely!

If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!

I'm telling you now. Without knowing for sure if you sent them, or why, I was left to my own discretion. If you want me to bother you with every little detail that comes up, just say so." He shrugged. "But I was under the impression that you wanted me to handle shit."

Murray's face reddened with bluster. "I do, damn it."

"They were shit," Trace explained. "They've been handled.