Good evening. I'm sorry-

[ for the time he's lost-for the burden he's making of himself-for any disappointment to come. loaded words, and Allen's voice is steady on the pull. ]

. . . to interrupt. I was wondering if someone might spare the answers to a few questions. The season's a bit cold for what I remember.

Has it been this crowded for long?

-an' stay there, all right? Keep readin'. Or whatever. [. . .] S'dumb to just follow me around. Ye got no clue. Could prolly sell you or dump you somewhere before ye blink. Jus' like your old parents did, I bet. En't like we got money for anythin' else. Then what'll ye do, huh?

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