the day after

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        I wake up next to the river. I see Lucas staring at one of his hands and rubbing the back of the neck with the other. I felt the back of my neck and found a bump. I went to Lucas and sat next to him.

        "You alright?" I ask him.

        "It was me, wasn't it," he asked. 

        "What do you mean?" I ask.

        "I burnt it down. I did it. Don't think you can't hide it from me," he snapped when I was going to say something, " I say it on the news when i went in to town to buy breakfast." he calmed a bit.

        "Look it wasn't our falt we don't know how and we are on our own now. I will run and salage anything I can, and maybe steal a little, but we will survive i know that. Start a fire. I'll be back soon.

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