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a beat of silence, he looks down at the boy. he takes the handkerchief and replaces the tissue.
" where's your grandfather gone off to? shouldn't you be bothering him? "
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bite your tongue , he tells himself. no tears, no weakness. do not show how broken you are inside. do not show them how much you ache for feeling — how much you ( need ) someone to show they care. do not show that. no tears. no feeling. no emotion.
do not show them.
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squirming at the thought. no— no, there was the right way to do these things, then there was Jack's way.
he shakes his head, hand resting on his palm. he doesn't mind the contact.
"i'd rather the sleep deprivation than the 'eadache tomorrow mornin'."
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