I don't follow. He called inside my head, sort of. From less than two feet away, the sawed-off would have been better, but there was no time. I shook my head.
We're trying to smooth this over, not make it worse. There was water seeping out from under the door, the robe under my knees was wet with it. Don't ever use the word rape to me again, Richard, because you don't do that. Say what you mean, I said, and my voice wasn't as hoarse as his, but it didn't sound exactly like me either.
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