I just stopped and looked down at him. Yeah, that's the ticket. It was my warrant of execution. There wasn't a lot of sanity left in that look.
Some of it clung around the edges. If I'd been crouched like the people I'd complained about, I could have moved faster. Tell me to stop, Richard said, and his voice had grown deeper. I raised the freed arm up, and blocked her next attempt to scratch my eyes out.
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