She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. “Will you help me?” he asked. "I feel like work," he lied. Much too young for you.
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