“Where are they really from?” she asked. “The scars?” He buttoned his shirt. “The gut is from bomb shrapnel,” he said. “The chest, somebody shot me.” “Dramatic life.” He took his coat from the closet. “No, not really. Pretty normal, wouldn’t you say? For a soldier? A soldier figuring to avoid physical violence is like a CPA figuring to avoid adding numbers.
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