[Blake doesn't give a damn what kind of shit the kid gives him for thinking this. It's been preying on his mind for a long time now, crouching in the shadows cast by street preachers and bad movies, the notions of sin that passed your brain and filled the cracks in your bones whether you believed them or not.
It's a notion down in your sense of what the world should be, even when you know it isn't: when you do wrong, you pay.
It's strange and unsettling when the kid doesn't give him shit at all.
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It's a notion down in your sense of what the world should be, even when you know it isn't: when you do wrong, you pay.
It's strange and unsettling when the kid doesn't give him shit at all.
Dully, he says,] Yeah?
What happened to them?