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Willy's Tavern

Then Thomas finished, “I can imagine it though, what you did, what you saw. How much of what you went through does he know about? Have you opened up with him about it? The shit that they did show us on the television was bad enough; you don’t have to stretch your imagination too far to know that it was probably worse. Now you come home with that stuff that they pinned on your chest and I know they don’t give you those for peeling potatoes. So how about it Emmett, how much have you shared? You’ve always had a talent for collecting scars but there are more now. Your hand, and your face. I’m thinking there are more on the inside too. Purgatory is for the dead, not the living Emmett.

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