Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Eight. {fiction}
Now that we knew that there were far fewer people in the world than we previously assumed, it seemed even more important to document our history.
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Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Seven. {fiction}
Gary had a penchant for bonsais, and had several along a long window sill at his and Tochuku’s home. Ching Shih was surprised and delighted to see them.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Six. {fiction}
All this time we had thought there were people in pretty much all the places they had been before, just not so many, like us. Now it seemed otherwise.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Five. {fiction}
I came back later to find the food eaten, and Victorio asleep again. After scanning for the day, I found him in the dining room, just sitting down.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Four. {fiction}
He looked like a zombie, just staring into the air, barely seeing me. Frank and Ching Shih looked like they were tired but otherwise okay.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Three. {fiction}
How was I going to decide which of these books to copy and which to leave? I had a list of books requested by everyone at home.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty Two. {fiction}
Then I recognized the woman, just as her eyes focused on me... She was the woman who, with Stinky Boy, had detained Burl and I in Deming.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty One. {fiction}
But there was no time to indulge in nostalgia now. Our hosts, including Elf, led us away from the library to show us to the rooms where we would stay.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifty. {fiction}
People aren’t born violent. While some are hardwired for violence from such a young age that there’s not much we can do, most of them we can help heal.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Nine. {fiction}
The entire volume of the room, dozens of yards long, wide and vertically, held plants, some native ones that I recognized, and many others I didn’t.