Chapter 62

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By the time morning arrives, I can't even remember who the Grievers took. I'm numb. I visit Robbie's grave and just lay there in the Deadheads, staring at the trees above us.

Hours pass and I don't move.

I don't have a reason to.

I don't have anything.

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