That man who shot me did better than I'd first assumed. I have a nice little trench dug out in the flesh above my collarbone. The loss of blood caught up to me after all was said and done--I had thought it a mere glance in the heat of the moment and paid little attention. It hurts enough now to make up for that mistake! Luckily, the bullet did not
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I hear you were shot in the knee. You are doing better now?
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And how are you, West? I did not engage you that day, so I do not know much about how you fared...aside from being locked away.
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I still don't know who, how or why. My head gets all fuzzy when I try to remember.
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Perhaps it is best to not try remembering. Let it slip your mind, and someday, it may come to you unbidden. Such is the way of memories sometimes.
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Yeah, I don't like surprises. Especially not the type where I find out I once got cut open or raped or something. I'm guessing not, because I was still dressed like I should be, but there's always that possibility.
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Good job in there.
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It seems as if you were right to give me that chance after all, wouldn't you say?
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