In a post-apocalyptic world, Bern and Elena are exiled from their
Relax? Relax? I can't relax, Elena. It will be dark soon. I haven't found any candles or lamps or any way to make light. I don't know if there's someone out there who also thinks this house makes a great shelter, and doesn't care that we were here first, because he's bigger and stronger than I am.
I can't do it all anymore, I can't do all the scrounging and the encouraging and the planning and the hoping.
Yvette Nolan. The Unplugging. Electronic edition. Playwrights Canada Press, 2014. p.25.
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