"Yeah. Saw it happen. Smelled the gunpowder. Was coming around the corner as it happened. Nothing I could do."
She shook her head, trying to summon up her brashness, her hardness.
"Yeah, well...you don't like me, the old man kind of avoids me and I hate shrinks. I'll sort it out."
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