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there was a true confusion on jake's face as his eyes slid from annie to sage and back again to annie. jaw working like a flopping fish, he planted his hands on his hips and spat. the morning sun was rising into noon, the desert wind spitting sand against their legs.

"I..I just can't understand what you see in her Annie!" his voice cracked with petulance. he stamped his foot as a schoolboy would and frowned. "Now tell me, what's she got that i don't? Tell me serious now!"

silence, save for the whispering wind dying down. birdsongs shot through the rock valleys, cracking to too blue sky into pieces as annie took two steps forward and looked jake dead in the eye.

"Because she doesn't roll over when I have nightmares at 2 in the morning."