[He shakes his head. A life without Lucy and Johanna? He might as well be dead.
But she won't accept that as an answer. And he doesn't have the strength to argue with her, so he just sits there with his arm around her, his thumb rubbing back and forth against her shoulder.]
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But she won't accept that as an answer. And he doesn't have the strength to argue with her, so he just sits there with his arm around her, his thumb rubbing back and forth against her shoulder.]