Dante's mouth curved. It was a little wry around the edges.
"You sound like Anders last summer," he said. "After he came back-- I don't know. Right before everything went to shit, you and him and me, we were doing something that just kinda... worked. And then bam, you're dead, he's gone..."
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"You sound like Anders last summer," he said. "After he came back-- I don't know. Right before everything went to shit, you and him and me, we were doing something that just kinda... worked. And then bam, you're dead, he's gone..."
Words. Things. Yes.