“Marvin, you’re here now,” Vale said. He stood up, his knees popping. “The food sucks. They have severed animal heads in the bar. I don’t know if you know that.” His cigarette sparked against the gravel and he ratcheted open my walker in front of me. “But you’re among friends, okay, and you’re still walking upright and taking solids. You’re winning. Anything beyond that is thinking too far ahead.”
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