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| He said the lures would protect us from his brother. I lifted the bricks from against his arm at where it was twisted beneath his leg. I touched his face and felt something wet. I pressed my hand there against it and wiped it out from across his skin. I spoke his name and he did not speak. His mother’s flowers were crushed beneath the bricks. I felt the wetness from his face dripping off against my hand. |
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