The Wistful Mountain

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The rain hit the tin roof. It sounded like applause. Perry lay on his back. He counted the drops. One. Two. Three. "Yell at the ceiling," he said. His sister, El, didn't move. She sat by the window. Her back was to him. "Shut up, Perry." "You’re not listening." "I’m thinking." "About what?" "About how much we have left." Perry sat up. The floorboards groaned. "We have bread," he said. "We have...

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