“Where are you going?” I asked. “Same place you’re going.” “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I bloody well am.” “Delph, you are not coming with me.” “Then you’re not going.” “You think you can stop me?” “I think I can try.” “Why are you doing this?” “What we planned all along, right?” he said. “But your dad — I thought —” “He and me talked it out, didn’t we? Told him stuff. He agreed I should go. You got ridda his pain. And … and he said to thank you for, well, putting me back right with me head and all. He wanted to tell you himself, but he kept blubbering in front of me when he talked of it. ’Spect
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YES DELPH YESS
