“I don’t remember much,” he said, pausing the game. “I was a young man named Tom. I got shot. You cried.”
The veteran stared at the boy. “You can’t be him.”
“It’s like a respawn, Dad.”
“We were best friends.”
He offered him a controller. “We still are.”
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