Mickey sighed, “I haven’t been myself lately, but now here we all are. And my head feels clear, at last my thoughts are clear. So how did you two boys decide who would be the good looking rascal?”
In horror, it was registering to Emma that the monsters who had killed Pablo were sitting across from her. She panicked and started to warn Mickey, but he put his finger to his lips, telling her not to speak, that he was here to take care of her.
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