Garraty licked his lips, wanting to express himself and
mouth, picking up the first tremulous touch of dawn with pearly, beautiful fidelity.
tune
He was taking a careful inventory of himself.
Twelve guys dead, twice that many maybe hurting bad by now, but you’re okay. You’re going good. You’re great. You’re alive.
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