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We only sit there now.
Audrey and me.
And discomfort.
Squeezed in, between us.
She soon says, “You’re my best friend, Ed.”
“I know.”
You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.

This isn't about words.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.

Noen ganger er folk så vakre. Og da snakker jeg ikke om utseendet. Eller om hva de sier. Bare om hvordan de er.

The gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it. Even my best mate, Marvin, knows it, and he's more useless than the gunman. The worst part about the whole thing is that Marv's car is standing outside in a fifteen-minute parking zone. We're all facedown on the floor, and the car's only got a few minutes left on it.