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Words
Words fail at the most crucial moments
"I may have add a, uh, Sub-A clause. On your behalf, of course."
The first thing that enters his mind is deceit. Treachery. He's ready to turn around, open the trunk, and grab some ammo to blow this son of a bitch out to the fifth circle of Hell and back.
"So, Bobby. Are you just going to sit there?"
That's when he feels it. A twitch.
At his left foot.
At his broken left foot.
And then. He can move it. And wow. He can move his right too.
At this point, he's ready to laugh 'till he's blue in the face. Cry 'till he's pink and puffy.
So when he gets up...
There are no words. There are simply, gloriously, no words.
Because those are the moments worth a million of them