Chris’s not thinking when he doesn’t say hi or other normal things, and instead he just leans over to the library receptionist and says, D’you have books on how to fly away? He’s ten and he feels empty and he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn't.
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Poetry« to tired to fight? or too empty? » Chris feels empty, and he takes refuge in constellations. This is his journey. He breathes, he breathes, he breathes.
