[He's huddled to himself on the kitchen counter, practicing... knots. Yes. Knots. He tries to tie his shoe, but the knot keeps falling apart.]

Damn it! Why is this so hard?

[Man, he's so freaked out that he can't even tie his shoes right. That's pretty terrible.]

I'm so pathetic. I can't do anything by myself...

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[The device shows the chilly night sky, clear as diamonds on black velvet. A bit of red-orange hair soaks in the low light of a playground lamp post, and over his shoulder, the faint silhouettes of teeter-totters rest cold and forgotten in the misty dark. Luke shuffles around without noticing that his camera is on. The dark shape of his coat ( Read more... )