I flashed back on being smeared across the ceiling of the plane. And I flashed on the time we’d almost been able to save Tom, down in the hell of the Yeerk pool. It made me mad. Mostly what people want is to be left alone. They just want to sit down and have a nice dinner and tell boring stories and tell jokes they’ve told a dozen times before. But I guess there is always someone out there who thinks life, just plain old boring, sweet, everyday life, isn’t enough. And that’s when the killing starts. In this war it was the Yeerks. But there had been an awful lot of wars when it was just human
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