[ Boy, that's familiar. And the crushing weight of worry and guilt, blended to a fine, indistinguishable mixture, that hits him again almost makes him wish for the return of the panic-rush of some horrible unknown bearing down on them once more. Or maybe just him, for her sake.
He nods, trying to disguise a look over his shoulder (but the trees are still quiet, hardly even a rustle in the breeze). ]
Before now, I would've said this place seems too good to be true.
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He nods, trying to disguise a look over his shoulder (but the trees are still quiet, hardly even a rustle in the breeze). ]
Before now, I would've said this place seems too good to be true.
[ Sans one little detail, anyway. ]
Maybe we were due.