The little girls from the Christmas photo; grandchildren, maybe. It was as if the sound reached through the vest, through my skin, my ribs, and pierced my heart. A different generation, you know. (devilish wisdom).
Seems like I should get a few days of grace before having to crawl back into the trenches. You can't. Bernardo already had the door open. Thanks, Ben.
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