Hither, Page (Page & Sommers, #1)
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and it looked like he had shaved with neither a looking glass nor the slightest interest in the results.
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“My head is a mess.” Page stepped closer. “That’s all of us, mate.” “No, I assure you that I’m farther gone than most. And I wasn’t even a soldier. All I did was, as you said, stitch people up. What right do I have to—” “No.” Page laid a hand on his shoulder. “What you’re not going to do is talk about shell shock or combat fatigue or brain fuckery as if it’s a special treat that you haven’t earned.”