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About twelve hours in Book Time™ have passed since the last snippet, including a plot point that just tried to stab Clyota in the heart again. After her reaction the last time this happened, her apparently air of calm—is confusing Charlie.
He doesn’t get that there’s only so much sturm und drang one person can take before it cancels itself out . . . at least temporarily.
You’re hungry?” For the first time since I’d met him, he sounded confused. “Why—I mean—”
“Why aren’t I diving head first into your toilet right now?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m too goddamned angry, maybe it’s been too long since breakfast, or maybe I’m in emotional overload—I’ll check with my shrink later. But right now, while I’m sitting here in the eye of insanity, I’d just like to think about lunch.”