Derry just moved up with me, rifle still at the ready. Neither can I, he said. I kept my smile in place, though it felt more like a grimace. It pulled back like the ocean drawing back from the shore, but it didn't leave, and I knew it would come back.
He is at a bar. Something about some straps breaking. I knew it was a psychic gift and that psychic gifts don't have feelings and don't carry grudges, but sometimes, it felt like this one did. We were out of time.
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