1 Work by xLostLenore
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"Sometimes we say things we don’t mean, at the brink of death. Anything to make those last few moments count. A happy memory for the road.” John looked up at Harold, earnest, and saw him jerk back at the words, as if slapped.
“Yes. Yes, perhaps you are right about that.” Harold’s voice was calm, controlled. John hated it.
