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I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS BUT, IT’S COLD. MY BROTHER AND I ARE HUDDLING TOGETHER FOR COMFORT. I TOLD HIM TO PLACE HIS HANDS INTO MY SHIRT AND I GAVE HIM MY SOCKS FOR MORE HEAT. MY TOES HAVE BEGUN TO GO TO SLEEP, AND HURT A LITTLE BIT. BUT AS LONG AS MY BROTHER IS OK, I AM FINE.
WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GO HOME? HE ASKED ME. DAVID I SAY, THAT’S THE NEW NAME GIVEN TO HIM. THIS IS OUR HOME. NO IT’S NOT HE SAYS. THE CAMERON’S ARE OUR PARENT’S NOW DAVID. STOP SAYING THAT IT’S NOT TRUE. PARENTS DON’T LOCK THEIR CHILDREN UP UNDER HOUSES’. I AM SURE THERE ARE SOME PARENTS WHO DO THAT DAVID. MARIE SHUT UP! HE CRIES.