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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 260 of 307 "You're probably right about that." I said. "You know, they put me on meds when I got back from Iraq." He said. I figured if he was still taking them, they were wearing off. "Did they?" I asked. "Yes. Yes. Right after that first time I put Sariah in the hospital. Nephi, I. I'm begging you. I'm tired of hurting people. I almost killed you. You don't understand. Your ribs are broken because when you passed out I just stood there kicking you like you were a manequin. That's the way I see people now. Something's wrong with me. I'm sorry." "I'm going to believe you, Dale. Are you telling me the truth?" "Yes. But I need Sariah. I don't really want to hurt her but everything... it all goes red sometimes." "If you're serious about what you're saying you'll let me dial 9-11 right now and we'll get the police here. We can let them sort this out. No one else needs to get hurt." I didn't know if he was playing just another head game or not. "No. Just take me to her. I just want to talk to her." He took a step forward in the darkness. My eyes had fully adjusted to this inky blackness and I could see his posture had changed from avenging demon to depressed ex-Marine. "I can't take you to her, Dale." |