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Marcus covered his face.

“I didn’t do enough.”

Lucas said, “You split bread when splitting meant you ate less.

Let me split this.”

We went back to the terminal twice more before the shop opened, not as benefactors on tour, as people who had left a friend in a corridor.

Marcus introduced Lucas to a security guard who had pretended not to see the closet on the worst nights.