He widened eyes at me. I started to shield, to kick him out, but I suddenly knew the answer to my question. He looked at everything in his hands, then shook his head, looked impatient and dumped it all back into the box. He kissed my tears as they slipped from my eyes, gently, so gently.
Tell me, he said, voice soft. I hadn't expected to have to shoot him so soon, or for wounding. Shit, I said. I had to know, ma petite.
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