["So why did you come with me?" I looked up from my almost empty can and over the campfire at Troy studying me. I shrugged.] "It's what you wanted, wasn't it. The ranch was done, and so was I. I'd leave anyway." [I returned to my can. Troy squinted at me >
< left so they wouldn't call you out on your bullshit." I looked at him, saying nothing, then flicked the cigarette butt into the campfire. Troy started to grin again. "And you know what else? You really like it with me. We're a great team, Nicky, whether >
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< you want to admit it or not, but we are. We really are. And you didn't wanna admit that to your mom and sister who are so damn perfect and self-righteous, so you left to do something for yourself for the first fucking time. And you know what? I'm really >
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< proud of you, Nicky. I'm glad we talked." Grinning boyishly, Troy lay down and prepared to sleep, leaving me on the first watch. I stared at him for a long moment, scowling as I searched myself for any reason, any solid argument to help me believe that >
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< Troy's reading was way off. Wishful fucking thinking, was what that was.]
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