“Sorry Johnny." "Sorry for what " "For shouting at you. It's just that when I think about the future I keep panicking. It's like falling from the top of the stairs in the dark not knowing where I'll end up." He put his arm around my shoulders. "I understand. Life is precarious for most of us but more so for you. What you forget is what most of your friends see in you." "What's that " "The ability to beat the odds..." "And fall on my feet " He nodded. "I just hope that lasts." "It will Catkin it will. It wouldn't dare fail you.” ThinkingEndsLastsLife IsFallDarkAbilityForgetKnowingFailingFeetArmsBeatsSorryDareShouldersOddsNot KnowingStairsShoutingPrecarious Book:Den of Thieves Source: Den of Thieves
