It took him a moment and then he broke down and jotted down a new question.
“So – how many people can you not, see or feel? I may have planted my foot in your fanny. You’re going to want to brush that off.”
He wasn’t sure if he could tell Jer what he had done. He thought the stress might make things even worse.
At the same time omitting things, wasn’t that part of what made so much trouble? What if he couldn’t come back from this?
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