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The new year had passed and then the first week of it and, just like that, Edgar had been in Darrow a year. He hadn't had much time to dwell on it, what with birds trying to peck the shit out of his hand, but when things got quiet he'd had the time to sit and think on it. One year had passed, one year that he shouldn't have gotten.
He'd felt like a fucking god when he realized. There he was, nothing but a Tail Section hick and he'd practically cheated death. Fucking brilliant.
Then the snow had started falling and Edgar's gut had twisted up nervously. He'd come in with a snow storm and maybe that was the thing that'd take him away too.
Sitting in his apartment, Edgar stared out at the snow falling, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. His shoulders were tense as he kept vigil, determined not to be taken by surprise. He liked Darrow. He didn't want to leave.
He'd felt like a fucking god when he realized. There he was, nothing but a Tail Section hick and he'd practically cheated death. Fucking brilliant.
Then the snow had started falling and Edgar's gut had twisted up nervously. He'd come in with a snow storm and maybe that was the thing that'd take him away too.
Sitting in his apartment, Edgar stared out at the snow falling, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. His shoulders were tense as he kept vigil, determined not to be taken by surprise. He liked Darrow. He didn't want to leave.
