[Luke's quiet for a long moment. A friend wrote it... it's a very good story. But in a way, Luke can't help thinking of himself, being different from the others, crying and crying until...
He wraps the blanket tighter around himself before he reaches over to write again.]
That's a really good story. But... it's really sad.
[written - filtered]
He wraps the blanket tighter around himself before he reaches over to write again.]
That's a really good story. But... it's really sad.