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The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. Socrates
But they didn't. The person outside bent down, zipped her tent open, then peeked inside. Before Sophie could even scream, this person grabbed her, then zipped up her sleeping bag until it covered her face completely. Sophie tried to scream and kick but was lifted off the ground and was soon moving swiftly through the night.
The boy stared at his parents, wrinkling his forehead while wondering why it was so important for them to have this talk if it wasn't that big of a deal.
Being back with them felt more like home than D.C. ever did for fifteen years.
Or if it meant she'd have to work all night like her mother, getting beaten up by strangers because she didn't do her job well
A huge wooden box was placed against the end wall. Maddie stared at it, and as she paid attention, she thought she could hear a noise coming from inside of it. It sounded an awful lot like nails scratching against the wood.
"Has that boy been in that box for two whole months?" I said. "He must have fed him then." Matt nodded, biting his nails. I had never seen him do that before. That was new. "Matt?" "There’s more," he said. "Okay?" "The boy. He's…he's my son."

