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He is dizzy. He shouldn’t be dizzy. He can understand why Mr. Loggins might be dizzy, sort of, but why —

Mr. Loggins is pulling himself upright again and there is murder in his expression.

Tom swallows.

He tries to connect with Mr. Loggins. He reaches out with his eyes, tries to forge an understanding with the man, tries to see into his heart and show something of his own, but the light form his eyes does not reflect; Tom’s smile isn’t met, but rather falls into the rage writ across Mr. Loggins and is swallowed, unechoed, drowned.

It is as if Tom has suddenly become a thing to Mr. Loggins and not a human.

People haven’t looked at him like that in a while! He’d almost forgotten what it was like.

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