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He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

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be walked past.

Reed came over only after the officers had what they needed. He moved the way he had always moved, unhurried and deliberate, like a man who has learned not to waste motion on anything that doesn’t require it. He had aged since the last time I’d seen him in real daylight rather than through the compression of memory. His face had more continue reading …

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