"Yes," Mickey said decisively. He didn't need to think, and he didn't need to consult. What he needed was a place to live that wasn't currently under riots. "When do we talk about the silence?"
He looked away from her as he added this to the mental notes he'd been scribbling, that they had a new home, and a new job of a sort.
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