Steve didn’t sleep often, and tonight was one of the nights where his mind was wandering about those he had lost. Tonight, after pouring a drink despite his inability to get inebriated, he found himself sitting on the open patio, blue eyes watching the lighted pool and out beyond the compound, quiet as he thought. Lost in his own mind, he didn’t note the time ticking by as the sun set and the moon rose up from the horizon.
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