14/03/2026 16:42

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Can't we just fuck at home later? I asked. Not really. Jason watched us with something in his face that was close to sorrow, and his eyes held a longing, a sense of loss. Richard was still on his knees on the floor.

I had to shake my head and give up. We'd saved them, but before all of it, the Zeeman's had been like the Waltons, and now they weren't. I'll call home. She spoke too fast, and he spoke too slowly, as if he had to think about each word before he said it.