“We’re still forty kilometres high!”Bill Dzik laughed at me. Except his face is flushed and he can’t stop shaking his head, blowing hard through clenched teeth. ” He steered her gently, almost tenderly towards a seat. They’re like us, but not identical.
“Bad day?” he said. Lightning cracked in the distance, marching closer during the afternoon. Where shadows begin, Lucas stops and stows the mittens and looks back. “I’m just tired of fighting all the time.
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