“Bring me a change of clothing and a bar of soap, okay?” Victor tore his eyes away from her naked body and did as she asked. Jackie eased backwards. Be the snake. Louis Hill had commissioned him to record the Glacier herd in its last days.
The old man rubbed his eyes, feeling the anger slide out of him. That tawdry thing, he suddenly thought. Or some of us, anyway. I was alive.
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