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Brittney,see thing that could not be pried away from her

In the end, they buried it with her She was dead, after all: she wouldn’t care

There was no hole for Duck Zhang But they put up a cross for him They had searched the cavern as best they could But all they’d found was a hole that went down and down seely forever

The hole was collapsing in on itself as Sa with tons of rock and dirt

“No one knew Duck all that well,” Sauessed he’d be a hero But he saved our lives He did it willingly He ive his life for us”

They put a feildflowers on the graves

After the service Edilio took a can of black spray paint and began to paint over the “HC” tags that had appeared on too many storefronts

THREE DAYS LATER

“SO, HOW’S IT going to work, Albert?” Sam asked He wasn’t as interested as he should be Probably because he hadn’t slept ure out

He was done He’d told the the Sam Teer the anything

But not just yet Right now there was still too much to do Kids to feed A terrible rift to be somehow patched up

Me that would have to be dealt with, somehow, absorbed, accepted

They were at the edge of the cabbage field Sam, Astrid, Albert, Edilio, and Quinn

Quinn was standing in the bed of a pickup truck wearing tall rubber boots In the truck were a dozen of Duck’s fa hauled in by Quinn and Albert’s fisherood protein, but so noxious, so foul that even the starving couldn’t gag down the putrid meat

“We disburse a given a He at least was excited “Then, if they want, they trade it for paper currency, the McDonald’s gaold is kept in a central deposit They can coold anytime they want This is how they know the paper currency has lasting value”