11 GLENN RHEE
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The world outside was falling apart, but Glenn had found a string of lights in an old store, and somehow made them work. The tiny bulbs flickered, warm against the gray of the night. You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
“Seriously? Lights?”
He grinned, that easy Glenn smile that made everything less heavy. “If the world’s ending,” he said, “might as well make it look pretty.”