[He nods, a slow motion. The experience is as surreal for him as it is for Porky. Was there a chance to change what had happened? Maybe. Did it still matter? . . . No. No, the past was thirteen years gone now, and to change it for himself would be meaningless.
But to change it for a boy who had no future . . . ]
no subject
But to change it for a boy who had no future . . . ]
I'll do that.