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In the long, anonymous streets somewhere, Les moves to scrub fresh blood from his lips with the back of his hand; stops walking, surprised to see the shadow of someone he knows.
He drops his hand and speeds up slightly, pursuing the shadow -- gray on darker gray -- around a corner. Les smiles, a little thin, a little on edge and calls out, "Father! wait, please."
He drops his hand and speeds up slightly, pursuing the shadow -- gray on darker gray -- around a corner. Les smiles, a little thin, a little on edge and calls out, "Father! wait, please."