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I take a fistful of his hair… and press the Glock to his lips… His eyes gape with terror.
The metal clinks as I scrape it along his teeth.
“Mine,” I hiss. Mine. Mine. A word I don’t know I would use, but now that I have, it takes root inside me. My responsibility. Mine to protect. Mike to care for. To clothe. To look at. Mine.