He raised a hand, so I'd be sure to see him. I'd never really known what I was doing without, because I had been so careful not to let him show me. No, I said, and it sounded whiny even to me. I started walking for my Jeep.
You can hate that your captain let me come, you can fucking hate me, I don't care, but let's get this done. Keep everybody close to the house, okay. I moved off of his shoulders enough that he raised up more, and Richard's eyes were wide. It was my job.
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