“Remy. Have a seat.” “I have things to do,” he starts, not sparing us more than an electrified glance. “And I already took my pills, so don’t give me your bullshit this morning. I have to feel the sky today or I’m going to start losing colors again.” Remy seems particularly bothered by this, scrubbing his fingers through his hair, looking harried. “Everything is going to be cold soon. The sun isn’t eternal, Sy.” Sy just nods at the rambling incoherence. “Fine.” Then, to me, he says, “Go ahead and hit me.” Remy doubles back, dropping his bag on the sofa. “On second thought, I’ve got ten
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