“There’s this line in it that talks about keeping a little fire burning inside, ‘however small, however hidden.’” “Yes,” I said softly. “I think about that line sometimes. I think about how that little fire is hope. I think about how you have to keep it burning to get you through the hard times, the times that seem so painful you don’t want to continue on.” I opened my eyes, looking around at the shifting shadows in his bedroom. “What keeps your fire burning?” “The hope that life won’t always hurt so badly. The belief that I’ll get out of here someday—that I won’t be cold or hungry forever. It
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