It was there in his eyes, his face, but I could have told you what was there without using my eyes, because I could feel it. She spoke too fast, and he spoke too slowly, as if he had to think about each word before he said it. Jesus, one of the uniforms said, Jesus, you broke his neck. What's your name? Owen, Nathaniel said, he said his name was Owen.
There was something almost ghostlike about that shining bit of flesh, like, if I blinked, it would vanish into the October night. I wrapped my anger around myself. We had a lot of time to talk, and I had a lot of questions. No, I know what I saw.
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