What were they going to do for jobs? For money? To survive? To not starve to death? So many thoughts buzzed through his head, among the imagines of his mother's dead body, and he couldn't focus.
He squeezed her hand tightly, the only thing that seemed real at all anymore.
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Date: 2009-11-27 09:13 am (UTC)He squeezed her hand tightly, the only thing that seemed real at all anymore.