I didn’t expect to get sucked into such a vivid memory of Treeny, however there I was in my mind, on that sandy beach, holding the only person that I loved like a grandmother, leaning over her lifeless body. Blood soaked her clothes and now covered me like warm paint, and the gun that did it lie nearby. I guess staring at the black holstered guns on the FBI agent’s hips, nestled into their persona like a limb is what pulled me backwards into long ago.
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Whatcha think? Is it Hook worthy?