He looked up at me. I looked at him. Dolph started to say something, then stopped himself by force of will alone. I knew he didn't want to touch her, and I also knew he couldn't refuse her.
The rubble of Newark was cast low across the land, and the crumble—towered heap that wasNew York still rose on the horizon. My face must have looked like someone who'd just gotten bad news. As he picked his way around the dust heap that had been the Soldiers and Sailors Monument inwhat had been Public Sq Not cynical, but utterly pragmatic.
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