“Baz…” His voice drops to a... «Any Way the Wind Blows»
robot26 июля 2021“Baz…” His voice drops to a near whisper. “I don’t know what happens next.” I shake my head. “Me neither.” He pulls at my fingers. His eyebrows are down. Like he’s thinking hard, or trying not to. “I guess,” he says after a moment, “we just go along until I feel like running away. And then I stay and fight instead.” “Who are you fighting in this scenario?” “Myself, I suppose.”
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