“But it’s not like that, we aren’t together.” “And what’s so wrong with him?” Mary asks. I never expected to greet a morning where Mary would be defending a guy, much less Nate, who she has on many occasions called a ‘weak, strange little man.’ “What happened to you hating him?” I ask the traitor. “That was before,” Mary says. She puts a big bite of oatmeal in her mouth before speaking again. “He’s okay now.” “Before what?” “Before,” Mary shrugs. “Before he got good at shooting. Before he got a haircut.”
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