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She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift

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My heart was ripped out of me the night he was a born so don’t ask for sorrow now (57).

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They say that women dream of danger to those in thier care and men of danger to themselves

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She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift

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Who is it? said the boy.
I don't know. Who is anybody?(49)

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He's going to die. We can't share what we have or we'll die too Pg 5

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They pulled the morels from the ground, small alien-looking things that he piled in the hood of the boy's parka.

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We're not the first ones here (46)

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The boy clung to him, it all passed on. The brief rattle of hail and then the slow cold rain

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"No list of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later." (54)

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In the night a storm broken in the mountainside above them and came cannonading downcountry cracking and booming and the stark gray world appears again and again out of the night in the shrouded flare of the Lightning (47-48)

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They slogged all day down the southfacing  slope of the watershed. In the deeper drifts the cart wouldn't push at all and he had to drag it behind him with one hand while he broke trail.(35)

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It’s getting colder everyday (42).

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Why are they the state roads? Because they used to belong to the states... There's not any more states.

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Wow, the boy said. He couldnt take his eyes off it.

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He built a cookfire against a rock and they ate the last of the morels and a can of spinach (47)

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Reflecting back the sun deep in the darkness like a flash of knives in a cave. 40

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I’m sorry, he said. But we have nothing to give him. We have no way to help him. (pg 50)

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He stood watching the river where it swung loping into a pool and curled and eddied. He dropped a white stone into the river but it vanished suddenly as if it had been eaten.(41)

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But there’s not any more states? No. What happened to them? I don’t know exactly. That’s a good question. Pg43

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I have to watch you all the time, the boy said

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would You die if you fell?
You'd get hurt. It's a long way.
It's really scary (39)

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By the morning there was several inches of new snow on the ground but the snow had stopped i was so quiet they could all but hear their hearts (34)

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Ghostly pale and shivering. The boy was so thin it stopped his heart. (pg 38)

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Dreams can be really scary (36)

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"If you break little promises, you'll break big ones"(34)
"All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to ones heart have a common providence in pain"(54)
"The one thing I can tell you is that you won't survive for yourself"(

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He held him and floated him about the boy gasping and chopping at the water. you're doing good the man said. ou're doing good

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"This is a good place Papa, he said" (41)

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B: “It was a lot scarier in the dream. I know. Dreams can be really scary. Why did I have that scary dream? I don’t know. But it’s okay now.... The boy didn’t answer. Then he said: The winder wasn’t turning.” Pg: 36-37

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If you break little promises you'll break big ones. That's what you said (34).

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The boy was looking at the dead roadside trees. It's okay, the man said. All the trees are going to fall sooner or later. But not on us.