During the night he'd woken with sweat collecting together, forcing ripples against his eyebrows. They fell back and dripped slowly along his scalp, through the forest of hair. He pulled his hand through and cleared himself of the feeling that his body was being ditched in the Atlantic. His eyes remained glazed over and heavy. He imagined seeing
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