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Moxie blows hair out of her face and writes Sam’s name next.
He rips seams nervously, the unpicker stuck between his teeth and his hair filled with cotton fluff.
The pen hesitates. Then Moxie gives him an eight.
PUSO SU NOMBRE EN LA LISTA DE LA FAMILIA
Sammy wants to cover Avery’s ears. His eyes. His whole trembling body.
Someone has to protect him. It’s supposed to be the big brother protecting the little brother, but for them it’s swapped, isn’t it? It crushes his ribs a little, knowing no one’s going to look out for him.
“Don’t you get it, Henry? I love you. I love you so much, and I know this is all a big joke to you because the world is ending and you don’t think any of this matters, but when it comes to you, it always matters.”
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