I poured some tea into my thermos.
“Just small sips,” I warned. “It’s hot.”
He took it with both hands.
I heated up some canned soup.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
I heated up some canned soup.
The storm was almost tearing the tent apart.
The rain hammered against the fabric.
“You saved my life.”
Andrew jumped with a start.
I sat down next to him.
He ate.
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