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Don't think it Not for a goddamn minute

But it was too late He'd already thought it And he was lost "You really don't remember hoerebefore?"

"No"

"God help us," he moaned

She touched him with a butterfly-soft caress "Only if we help ourselves, Jack"

He stared at her in horror The old Aht a statement like that Not ever Not even to hurt hio A commitment that had ended on the day he returned from the hospital

He backed away fro blindly away

"Jack!"

Her voice followed him, spurred him to run faster

He couldn't help hioddamn it, he believed her this time Believed her completely

It was the ine

As Tess watched hih Disappointed at the corners of her mouth

"What has she done to you, Jack?" she whispered into the whistling wind "What?"

She rested her hoe in the broken, rich-looking soil and

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