I'm not talking about promises, I'm talking about execution. I'm in the field.

Ethan

I woke up early, with the bitter taste of anger in my mouth, as if I'd drunk a whole glass of gall during the night. I couldn't get the image of the speedboat exploding, the flames, the flying pieces out of my head—and the absurd luck that we weren't there. That near-death sensation clinging ...

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