Who's asking? The creepy thing was that he had their eyes. Requiem dropped to his chest, his stomach, and ran his hands through my hair. But we'd both know that that wasn't it. It was as if Malcolm read my mind, or I read his, because he moved toward the door.
Cold, I felt so cold inside. We could conserve water, and share, I said. He remembered a lot. I went, but I went out into the October dark even more certain that I knew absolutely nothing about men.
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