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Murdock thought for a moment and then nodded. "Like the sun, yeah. Except you could stare at it all you wanted." That had been nice. It would've sucked to be blinded for looking at such a pretty scene. He didn't want to end up like Grayday one of these days.

"A walk to the river sounds good to me," he agreed, gesturing for her to lead the way. Perhaps if she was in front, he could hide his limp from her more easily.