"'Than his father saw him standing in the door. "Go to the barn and get that can of oil we were oiling the wagon with," he said. The boy did not move. Then he could speak. "What..." He cried. "What are you..." "Go get that oil," his father said. "Go." "Then he was moving, running, outside the house, toward the stable, before it came to him, I could keep on, he thought. I could run on and on and never look back, never need to see his face again. Only I can't.'"
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