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that night strobed through my memory. Survivor trapped in submerged vehicle. Millstone Bridge. 2300 hours.
I hadn’t known it was Clare. Not until I’d pulled her out of the black water and seen her face in the floodlight.
She knows. Clare knows it was me.
David found me during the dessert shuffle and slid into the chair beside mine. “I only have a minute.continue reading …
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