It was midnight by the time he got home. His hand stole to his t-jack; callused fingertips traced the smooth circumference of theshunt. Not what they appeared to be. Ramsey was amused.
The girl was distraught, and made almostno sense, mixing bits of babble about the tornado, which she s The kitchen, where the man had searched with such insane diligence for something to drink,was also empty. Not that easy. He poised himself above her like a spider at the edge of a web, seesawinggently until he had his balance for the one permissible strike.
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