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Did he have a sign on his back? ‘Yank me around, I like it’? Wasn’t worth it. Ren smoothed the scowl off his face. No questions and no answers. No one to care. His own fault. The life he’d cultivated. Careful.

How many knew his name?… Sunsworn most likely. Their relationship was like that.

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His back pressed into the trunk, the bark bit through cotton to scrape his back. The label was teased off the bottle intact, then stacked with the others. He'd be sure to clean up; kids shouldn't see this. Refuge from memories and sulky aching. Wasn’t like him.

No one should see this. No one would.

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The pin pushed reluctantly into the wood of the wall. It was more difficult than in the apartment. His hand brushed the fish-clock on the way down and his eyes dropped to it. Caleigh was quiet lately. More than usual.

His eyes flickered back up to the scrap of newspaper. What would they all think?

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Precisely the wrong person to talk to; practically a stranger. He’d made an ass of himself by association. She still smiled when she saw him. Would it be so bad to unburden?

Ridiculous.

But still, who else?

She was a Confessor. It was her job. What the hell was he thinking? Precisely the wrong person.

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