The answer seemed to make sense to him. But would they have found her? Maybe, he said, but not this quick. My life wouldn't work with just one of them in it. I didn't really want details, but anything to stop the pictures and the desperate flow of memories.
He was shaking his head. Though I could tell hers came out of a bottle, because it was too solid, all-over black, no highlights. Don't be sad, Anita, please don't be sad. Yeah, we're home.
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