[ the incident with the good doctor had grown them both in a certain way. terry, who had spent most of his time wishing to be ordinary, had found that powerlessness no longer suited him. that, maybe, he enjoyed vengeance. the look of fear in the eyes of an enemy. like that first time, back in high school, with that stupid jock, whatever his name was, had tried to push terry around and the demon had consumed him.
he doesn't smile back. but there's an understanding in his face, a little breath of wry amusement. ]
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he doesn't smile back. but there's an understanding in his face, a little breath of wry amusement. ]
We could be better. A little practice never hurt.