Skysleeper

Do people talk about the war?” Miller asked. “Often,” the missionary said. “Anyone make sense of it?” “No. I don’t believe war ever does. It’s a madness that’s in our nature. Sometimes it recurs; sometimes it subsides."
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It’s the problem with politics. Your enemies are often your allies
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"I’ll be fine. I just… I had a bad day.” “Julie,” Hasini said, nodding. “How do you know about Julie?” Miller asked. “You’ve been talking about her all night,” Hasini said. “She’s a girl you fell for, right?” Frowning, Miller kept a hand on the cart. Julie. He’d been talking about Julie. That was what this was about. Not his job. Not his reputation. They’d taken away Julie. The special case. The one that mattered. “You’re in love with her,” Hasini said. “Yeah, sort of,” Miller said, something like revelation forcing its way through the alcohol. “I think I am.”
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"Can we do that?” he said. “Do what?” Holden asked. “Get drunk and cry like babies?” “Hell yes. That is officially on the schedule for tonight."
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"I’m going to find you. I’m going to find you and end you. But before I do, I am going to make you explain."
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