Think I tackled that guy on the hill. Does he shriek a lot? [Dixon doesn’t remember a ton of what happened, on account of the magic. There are big holes in his memory of what went on there, and the patching between them is nothing good. He remembers a lot of running around, alternately in pain and not; a lot of running towards teenagers to try and stop them getting hurt and not quite getting there in time.
He holds out his cigarette for her in case she wants a drag, oblivious to her evident distaste for it.]
Yeah, I know you already told me that. [He looks vaguely confused, more than anything.] It don't answer my question.
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He holds out his cigarette for her in case she wants a drag, oblivious to her evident distaste for it.]
Yeah, I know you already told me that. [He looks vaguely confused, more than anything.] It don't answer my question.