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“Fine,” I bite out
“Well, we can’t help you out if you were looking for a brothel,” she says She looks toward theand blond and a little bit inti And they don’t seem to like my brand of humor as much as she does She drops her voice to a whisper “The last time I tried sell hs The men scowl even more, and I wonder if I should leave
I glance down at my watch I don’t knohy I still look at it It hasn’t worked since the blast in Afghanistan that took all , and my sanity I still wear it like I expect it to start up any second now But that’s not going to happen My life is over Or at least it will be at lance at the clock on the wall Twenty-three hours and fifty-two et to right the wrong
Friday waves a hand in s
“Sorry,” I et sucked into theThe chaos I look into her beautiful face “I’d like to get a tattoo,” I say “A clock,off around it” Fireworks Bo
She nods “We can do that” She starts to draw on a piece of paper After a fewperfect, actually “Like this?” she asks
I nod I can barely speak By the tione “It’s perfect,” I croak out I look down at my watch It’s what I do when I’e
Friday calls over her shoulder and one of thehis table, and heand he nods, chewing his pierced lip thoughtfully “I can do it,” he says “This is the last one, though, for tonight” He grins atin my bed at home”
“Gee,” Friday chirps “So do I” She grins at me
One of the est one, shoves her playfully in the shoulder “You’re every man’s fantasy, Friday,” he says as he sticks out his hand toward ain “Cut it out, or thehe has a chance in hell of joining you” He narrows his eyes and leans towardto happen,” he says quietly “I’ve tried for years” He motions for me to sit down “Where do you want it?” Paul asks while the one whose na says Pete washes his hands
I lift the edge of my sleeve My upper arm is one of the few places on my body that’s not scarred up from the burns “Here?” I say
“You ht want to take that off so it won’t be in the way,” Pete says He motions to my shirt
I was afraid of that, but this is my last day on earth Who cares what my chest looks like? I reach behind me and pull asp as she sees my naked chest It looks a lot worse than it actually is
“Sorry,” Friday lance She sits down across froth of titanium that comes from my shoe “What happened?” she asks quietly