“So that’s it!” Bill-E cries. He’s trembling, his lazy eyelid quivering wildly. “I never bought your story that Dervish locked me up to protect me. I knew there was something you weren’t telling.” He glares at me accusingly. “You lied to me.”
“We didn’t want to hurt you,” I sigh.
“I can take hurt. Not lies. You should have told me.”
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