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Flynn touched one of his elbows to his knees, tilted his body forward, in order to touch the side of his face in his hand, and his hair slid smoothly as he studied me.

"What is your analysis of me?”

I watched him.

I knew he was a rich man who tried at all costs to fit into a basic and normal life. I knew he had a heart hurt by the end of the marriage and couldn't find someone who represented more than his ex-wife. I knew that he had only called me to that meeting because I didn't believe that there was anyone in the world to support the bizarre things he found interesting, and that he could believe in even stranger and more alarming things. I knew everything about him. I just still couldn't get his blood type because I didn't know which doctor he was going to. Still, I made an effort to pretend that I knew nothing, or that I had just attacked the superficial of what he was telling me that night. Because I didn't want him to run away. I still had to have him in my hands until he realiz