it's 9:50 pm, on December 30, 2010 - missing.
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dear old love:
Dave trails off and John smirks, because that's not an easy sentence to finish. Rodney's not exactly "nice," or "a great guy," or�what they used to call Nancy�"a knockout," though Rodney's more of a knockout than Nancy ever was if you've seen him with the right weapons. Dave shoots John a nervous glance and blows out a breath of absolute incomprehension. "Hey, if you're happy, I'm happy."
Well, I was away, John thinks, overseas and alone, except he's maybe just figuring out something that Nicky Sharpton knew years ago, which is that things are clearer when you are away. You can get what you need without worrying about how to fit that into a larger world. There is no larger world at the end of the day, John knows this now. Just your own emptiness: your own fears and limitations.
John shrugs, unsure how to explain this all to Dave. "Rodney's my desert island guy," he says finally, because it's the simplest, truest thing he can say: if there's one person he gets to keep with him, he chooses McKay.
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