http://amine-eyes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] amine_eyes 2011-12-15 04:35 am (UTC)

They're - It -

The truck moves slowly off, silence in the fields around, and Blenkinsop turns to face Maltravers with wide eyes and hope - wild wild hope - bubbling up, ready to escape.

"We're going home," he whispers, and the look of sheer joy on Maltravers' face mirrors his own.

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