[ The sail flickers with every movement of air in the room, every time either of them speaks. It's exactly like what Zell saw in Jim's dreams, down to the patchwork repairs, except that it's growing out of Jim.
He sighs; it sounds like there's a laugh somewhere buried hysterical and deep. ]
You were in trouble. I couldn't... You were in trouble, of course I was going to come.
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He sighs; it sounds like there's a laugh somewhere buried hysterical and deep. ]
You were in trouble. I couldn't... You were in trouble, of course I was going to come.