Duke kept walking. He didn’t know how to tell them about the wall, or about how hard it made it to reach out even to Linda. (Even when he knew they were right. And he knew he should be as scared as they were.)
The nightmare felt more like a distant memory now at least. Buried under everything this conversation was turning up.
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Duke kept walking. He didn’t know how to tell them about the wall, or about how hard it made it to reach out even to Linda. (Even when he knew they were right. And he knew he should be as scared as they were.)
The nightmare felt more like a distant memory now at least. Buried under everything this conversation was turning up.