But when one group is replaced by another, one less shall see the next come of age.
“Well, fourteen years has gone by fast,” says a dark-haired man.
“Mark, please. These years have been the slowest of my life,” another man with light hair scoffs.
“James-” a woman puts her hand on the second man’s shoulder.
“Don’t you start with me, Michelle,” the light-haired man, James, shrugs off her hand, “You went through this too, you know how bad it was.”
“We don’t have to help you-” the first man, Mark, glares at the other.
“Mark!” the woman, Michelle, interjects.
“Michelle and I