CHAPTER 9
After I got myself throwed out of Uncle’s house for good, I went back to the schoolhouse on account of not knowing anything else to do, and I made myself a little bed of leaves ’cause the snow hadn’t fallen yet, but it was coming real close on account of the trees having lost near everything on their branches. And you’d think I woulda been miserable on account of the cold or on account of the hunger-weakness at the very least, but I don’t remember thinking about that stuff and nonsense. You know what I was thinking? I was thinking that maybe this was what it was like to be a real orphan ’cause I’d already come to figure if Mama or Papa were still alive after that flood they woulda found me by now, even if Chongjin was a big city with lots of folks going every which way.
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