He does stop breathing, now, looking his age, for once, and afraid, and homesick. Or like he wants to be, for a moment, but that it burns through him too fast again, leaves his mouth full of ashes.
Go limp and they stop hitting you eventually, he learned in school.
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Date: 2012-07-03 06:00 am (UTC)Go limp and they stop hitting you eventually, he learned in school.