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parents, their children. I wonder how many of them have
been buried in the ground.
How many of them were murdered.
“They’re destroying everything,” Adam says, and his voice
is suddenly a solemn sound in the silence. “All the books,
every artifact, every remnant of human history. They’re
saying it’s the only way to fix things. They say we need to
start fresh. They say we can’t make the same mistakes of
previous generations.”
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knocks
at the door and we’re both on our feet, abruptly startled
back into this bleak world.
Adam raises an eyebrow at me. “Breakfast?”
“Wait three minutes,” I remind him. We’re so good at
masking our hunger until the knocks at the door cripple our
dignity.
They starve us on purpose.
“Yeah.” His lips are set in a soft smile. “I wouldn’t want to
burn myself.” The air shifts as he steps forward.
I am a statue.
“I still don’t understand,” he says, so quietly. “Why are you
here?”
“Why do you ask so many questions?”
He leaves less than a foot of space between us and I’m 10
inches away from spontaneous combustion. “Your eyes are
so deep.” He tilts his head. “So calm. I want to know what
you’re thinking.”
“You shouldn’t.” My voice falters. “You don’t even know
me.”