The Short Drop



He put his clothes in the tub to soak the blood out of them and took a shower, stomping his clothes like an old-fashioned wine press until blood leaked out of them, swirling down the drain.

He was surprised at how much good stuff there was to tell, and at how good it felt to have someone who wanted to hear it.

He'd asked Duke about it but gotten no real answer, and his father had thrown it in the trash when they got back to Charlottesville.

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