”Esa was just like Kosonen remembered him, a pale skinny kid, ribs showing, long arms folded across his knees, stringy wet hair hanging on his forehead. I had learned that people were not reliable. She could tell he was enjoying it, that it wasn’t just the thought of sex but the thought of having power over her, not just the thought of hav Our presence couldn’t be kept secret; I wondered how long it would be before that Chief of Internal Security caught up with me.
I’m wrapped up in myself, sure. Carney, Call-Me-Dwayne. I had no choice but to join them. Can’t have him being left behind.
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