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"What do we do now?"
They watch me expectantly, as if I had all the answers. Is this how Zordon felt when we would look up at him like that? Did he want to just hug away the pain? I can't. It wouldn't make anything better--but I want to try.
They don't seem to be warming up to my suggestion of leisure time, even though they admit they haven't gotten much of it. They need it too--they'll crash and burn otherwise. I send them off on "teacher's orders"--but I'm not sure who I'm reminding. Them, or me.
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