April 27th, 2008
That was people stuff.
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"Mom," I say.
"I'll go in first," she says, snapping to. "And then if it seems like --"
If it seems like he's going to die she'll call for me. This is how we talk. In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end.
"I'll go in first," she says, snapping to. "And then if it seems like --"
If it seems like he's going to die she'll call for me. This is how we talk. In the land of the dying, sentences go unfinished, you know how they're going to end.
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation
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