Fall into this is what we do. Either my ability to be embarrassed was lessening, or when I'm working, I'm working. If he could tell the story, I could hear it, all of it. Good for me.
He gave a small smile, barely more than a flex of his mustache. I filled Micah in on the parts he'd missed. They shuffled as a unit, but it was so quick, like running inside a shell of bodies. He raised his eyes, and they were like two pretty wounds, so pain-filled.
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