Cletus returned his attention to my chin, the razor in his left hand, and I shook my head. “Cletus, I do not want you shaving me.” My brother’s eyebrows raised over wide eyes. “What?” “He said he doesn’t want you shaving him,” Duane said, his stare on me, anxious. “You in any pain? We can do this later.” “I’m okay,” I said, though I wasn’t really. My chest hurt. Everything hurt. I felt weak, unlike myself. Restless and tired at the same time. But none of that needed to be said. “I’d just prefer if Beau did it.” Cletus’s lips parted in astonishment and he blinked. “But it’s my turn.” “Yeah,” I
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