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[That bar in Vegas might have very well been a lifetime ago, and if he thought long on it, he was fairly certain that the man who had sat that, the author fresh from Mississippi, wouldn't have recognized the man standing here now, broken and cracked in so many fucking ways.
He wrapped his arms around himself, fingers tucked along the curve of his ribs on either side, and all he did for a few moments was just watch her, the wary way she held herself, the smell of cloves still hanging in the air. When he finally moved forward, it was just a step before he halted, a lift of his chin, wary himself just then.] What? Who? [Confusion glossed over his features for a moment as he started a retreat.] I didn't- No. No. I can't go anywhere. I'm sorry, Sam.