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twenty minutes pissing and kill myself trying to walk there.¡±

I shook my head, looking at him dumbfounded, but with a gentle voice, I said. ¡°You

shouldn¡¯t ever drink alcohol with a wound as bad as yours. Alcohol is a blood thinner. It

could kill you.¡±

¡°See?¡± Archer put the joint out in an ashtray and clapped his hands together. ¡°You¡¯re

practically a doctor!¡±

¡°Uh¡­¡±

¡°My god, I¡¯m glad I didn¡¯t scare you away. Wouldn¡¯t that be karma teaching me a

lesson, huh? We really need someone like you around. Once again, I¡¯m sorry for that¡­¡±

¡°I¡¯m not sure if ¡®it¡¯s fine¡¯ are the right words,¡± I said. ¡°But it¡¯s fine. I think.¡±

¡°Will never happen again,¡± he told me. ¡°In fact, if you ever need any help intimidating

anyone, I¡¯ve got your back.¡±

¡°Uh¡­ thanks.¡± I giggled. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡±

The maroon kitchen door swung open and Crow walked in holding a bottle of beer,

looking drunker and more exhausted than earlier, telling me hadn¡¯t slept yet.

¡°Crow,¡± Archer said. ¡°Apologize to Samantha for all the shit you said earlier.¡±

He grunted and flopped down on a seat at the table, across from Archer, avoiding eye

contact with me by staring at the ceiling.

¡°Trust me,¡± Archer said. ¡°Him being quiet is basically an apology. Doesn¡¯t know how to

say nice things.¡±

¡°Fuck off,¡± he growled and swigged his beer.

¡°All right, well,¡± I said, ¡°I was just grabbing some supplies for Isaac.¡±

¡°Yeah, no problem,¡± Archer said. Take it easy, Vet.¡±

¡°Thanks, Archer.¡± I turned to Crow. ¡°See you, Crow.¡±

He grunted in response and I smiled.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wrench

I opened my eyes. Pitch black darkness filled my sight and I had no idea where I was.

There was no noise, no indication of time. The only thing I could vaguely recognize was

the faint smell of flowers.

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