Excursions by Amit Gawande

Roy leaned in towards Mary - the stick missed his neck by a feather and shattered into pieces against the wall. The noise jerked Roy from his trance. He peered outside - a shadowy figure was murkily visible, running away.

Was that Gina? Or was it his selective memory? #mbnov

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