Lucas and Pete were pallbearers. I chose to make my name that way. ”“Yeah, but how does he know?”“Wade still helps here. “Which way?” he says.
I miss Gerry. The people here were only five generations away from Earth, but some genetic drift was apparent. Walking the wall, he studied volleyball pictures and wrestling pictures and a big plaque commemorating Harold Farquet, dead thirty years but still looking plush in that suit and tie. I’ll take the assist.
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