Bobby leaned in next to his father, and gave his order. Settling back, he scrubbed a hand over his face. "Truth is, pa, I don' know wha' t'think most th'time. I 'member when y'took me fishin'." His right hand caressed the scar on his left. "But not much else, 'sides."
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