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[angriestman]

He feels the change come over him the moment it happens; he doesn't need to look down to know what he'll be wearing. The flannel shirt is old and well-washed, the jeans torn out at the knee. There's a cheap tin star pinned to the pocket, a present from his Aunt Helen and, somewhere down the hall, his Momma is still alive, because it's a long time until he's thirty and long gone by the time she passes away, and finally passes out of pain.

Raylan Givens is seven years old again, and he instinctively reaches for Rachel's hand with his much smaller one.

"This is weird," he says, hating how high his voice is.