I got a death grip on the edge of the tub with my glove-covered hands, and when I had both my feet planted as steady as I could get them, I looked down at the water. You can't keep blaming yourself for that, Bradley. They advised me to get dressed, for they would have to take me in. He had crushed his skull, and was dying.
Hell, he didn't even want me. What were you doing when dawn broke? he asked, speeding back up and taking the next curve a little faster than I would have liked. Wait, I don't want to know. She didn't apologize, but she did hand me the file folder.
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