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But he was breaking down PTSD, she supposed, post-trauet after they spend too much time in combat

Everyone in the FAYZ probably had it to one extent or another But no one else had been in the middle of every violent confrontation, every new horror, and also been saddled with all the endless, endless details There had been no down-time for Sam No break

She re about how Sam never danced She loved hi Well, if she ever got the chance, she would have to help him find a way

“He’s afraid,” Little Pete said

“Who?”

“Nestor”

Nestor was the nesting doll Saot broken Go to sleep, Petey”

She bent over to kiss hiave no response He didn’t hug her or ask her to read hi care of me, sis”

When he spoke, it was only about the things in his head The world outsideto him That included Astrid

“Love you, Petey,” she said

“He has her,” Little Pete said

She was already out of the door when that last stateistered “What?”

Pete’s eyes closed

“Petey Petey” Astrid sat down beside hi to you?”

“He likes my monsters”