"What's he doing?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. There was a beetle burrowing into frozen dirt. His legs were going swiftly and mechanically.
"Hold my sword." He ran towards the house. He came sprinting back.
"Here. I bet he's trying to get warm." He placed a square of toilet paper onto the beetle.
"Do beetles get cold?" he asked.
"Hummm. I don't know," I said. I thought about you. I wondered if you knew that I was trying to love you, to warm you.
"Do you think beetles love?" I asked.
"They probably only love other beetles."
"...and poop."
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