I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again. “Oh,...
I think about going to the lake, but I’m so weak that I barely make it to mymeeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it’s too wide without...
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