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“I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.” Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, “It’s late for that, Puck.”
He leaves me standing at the counter looking into the sink, trying to remember what I was supposed to do next.
Corr takes another step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
