[She flinched at his tone, at the volume, but remained rooted to where she stood. Running away now wouldn't do either of them any good. And maybe Church could restore the faith that was slowly withering away inside her.]
So what do we do? How do we keep our spirits up? The longer time goes on, the more our very memories seem to be bringing us down. Half of us do not even know if they are alive. What do we do, Church?
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So what do we do? How do we keep our spirits up? The longer time goes on, the more our very memories seem to be bringing us down. Half of us do not even know if they are alive. What do we do, Church?