Boiko had to take a breath at the brook's edge, to clear his mind. What have we done? His mother was stuck now, because of him. Him and Nadia. They had persuaded Mother to return to Father, and now . . .
i hope that the traffic, lights, don’t, change
Boiko shook his head. He was the worst with guilty thoughts. Let them creep in like the little maggots they were. No good ever came from it. He sighed, annoyed to high heaven.
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