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Nancy sipped her coffee and kept her eyes on his. The gun lay in her lap. The big kitchen was a place for coffee, brown and black, wood ceiling and iron stove and pans. Collins sat across the twelve square feet of table from her, and nursed the smoking mug.
"Sam, I want you to take whatever comfort you can from the fact that I don't think the same thing about you as the rest of Waraxe."