“I don’t feel like eating.”
“And I don’t much feel like peeling you off the ground when you wilt and topple over.”
“We need to get moving. We need to get to the farm.”
“There’s time for that.”
I stared at his face, his lips moving as he chewed his eggs, snippets of white leaking from the corners of his mouth. I can’t express how badly I wanted to smack the food straight out of his mouth.
“What in the actual fuck is wrong with you? Seriously.”
“No, you look. My daughter is in limbo, wandering around out there after seeing god knows what, pursued by one of those…thos...
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