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Lucy's feet and legs ached, she wanted to curl up in a warm bed and sleep for days. But that wasn't possible not out here. If she didn't keep up with Cooper, he'd definitely leave her behind. “You know sweetheart, you are awfully quiet. I don't trust you when you are quiet, it ain't natural.”
“Don't have anything to say.” Lucy was partly lying, she had a million and one things she'd like to say and talk about but right now she was tired and hungry, and she hated the sun. It was too hot, too bright. It didn't seem to phase Cooper or Dogmeat who walked loyally at his side.
“I am sure you will think of something sooner or later,” Cooper told her, throwing her the water to take small sips from. “You usually do.”
“Before the bombs, what used to be around here?” Lucy wanted to picture the world as it had been long before she was born. Cooper had been around then, he could help her build that picture. He seemed to want her to talk so badly, he might as well be of some use.
“Over there used to be a diner. You could buy the best apple pie in the whole country, maybe even the world.” Cooper pointed to a random place. If he were being honest he could no longer remember, but Lucy didn't need to know that. He was in a good enough mood to humour her with tales of a world long lost. “And over there was a library. Next door to that was a dry cleaner's”
“Do you think the world will ever go back to being like that again? apple pies and libraries.”
“Fuck no. Even if it could, it shouldn't. Like if things were so great then none of this would have happened. If we rebuild again, it should be something better.”