"Will you put that game down!" snapped Steve, V V and Brendan turned to his head, looking surprised and hurt. Steve was immediately sorry. He couldn't yell at what was happening, but snapping at the kid it was happening to wasn't fair. Brendan was just 12, old enough to understand what was going on, but not old enough to... not old enough for anything. He looked like he hadn't slept; bruises under his eyes, skin like paper. He looked like he was dying.
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