He glances down to where Bossie's hand presses almost over the wound, or where the wound was, in another world. He remembers the pain. And then he remembers the part where the pain just stopped.
"I don't want to talk about that, kid. Let's just go. I'll make you something to eat, okay?"
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He glances down to where Bossie's hand presses almost over the wound, or where the wound was, in another world. He remembers the pain. And then he remembers the part where the pain just stopped.
"I don't want to talk about that, kid. Let's just go. I'll make you something to eat, okay?"