“I have to think. But there’s no time. Damn it, I’m so freaking muddled up, my brain is like oatmeal. I can’t think.” She did not add, Help me, Luke.
Anyway, he couldn’t help. He didn’t live in her bizarre universe.
Yet, as if she’d asked out aloud, he took her hand and said, “All right, we’ll work it through.
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