“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway.
I open my eyes. I am seventeen again. I’m sitting on my bed in my old room at my parents’ house. Eddie Vedder is crooning “Even Flow” over the boombox on my dresser.
“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway.
I open my eyes. I am seventeen again. I’m sitting on my bed in my old room at my parents’ house. Eddie Vedder is crooning “Even Flow” over the boombox on my dresser.
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