and he was happy. They postulate that we dream to forget, not to remember. There wasn't much to be seen out there just now, anyway; snow and dark and shadowy trees. Much good it would do them, if they were.
” Silence. Mr Gray wanna go south. What the fuck was up with that? And did he really want to know? The answer, Pete had discovered, was yes and no. Working carefully, with not the slightest feeling of impatience (he supposed he might be in shock), Henry unclipped the belt and Pete thumped to the roof, his head bending sideways.
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