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... old baker was shivering, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Roy didn’t want to lie to him, so he nodded solemnly.
“Berschel! My son!” Huckle scrambled over to Berschel. He stared at his son and tried to touch his face, but Roy stopped him.
“You’d better not touch that,” Roy reminded. “It’s just going to make it more painful for him. Try calling his name. If he wakes up, tell him… tell him whatever you need to. This might be the last time.”
“What do you mean, last time? He’s ...
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