"The tree? No," I say, knowing what he's thinking without having to ask, in that way I've been able to do for the whole week. It's not a clear case of mind reading, it's just... bits and pieces. The loudest thoughts. The calls for help.
He's basically been doing nothing but shouting for days.
"We can't keep on like this." I take a step forward. "You're broken in pieces. I can see it."
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He's basically been doing nothing but shouting for days.
"We can't keep on like this." I take a step forward. "You're broken in pieces. I can see it."