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* * *It was like a piston, rising up one metre, two. ”“Occurs to me sometimes maybe it would be easier if there wasn’t a deal, you know,” Nero said. We know that. “Buhle,” he said, “the point of that story was to tell me how vulnerable you are so that I’d tell you my story, but that story doesn’t make you vulnerable.

He isn’t the stuff in the vat there. They sat on the summerhouse pier, wrapped in towels, skin flushed from the sauna. Everything shimmered and glowed. Perhaps, he had to admit, his own reflections were no more reliable.