But Laura can think of little she'd like less than to talk with a near-stranger about the ways childhood is stolen from children. There are too any answers, all of them unpleasant, and most reflect too closely lives that look like her own.
As a result, she falls quiet, her arms hugging around her knees. She's content, for a moment that might feel awkward, to sit in silence, right up until her attention snaps toward something ahead of them, slightly off to the left. "Did you hear that?"
She's already standing up, not bothering to brush the dirt from her trousers.
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But Laura can think of little she'd like less than to talk with a near-stranger about the ways childhood is stolen from children. There are too any answers, all of them unpleasant, and most reflect too closely lives that look like her own.
As a result, she falls quiet, her arms hugging around her knees. She's content, for a moment that might feel awkward, to sit in silence, right up until her attention snaps toward something ahead of them, slightly off to the left. "Did you hear that?"
She's already standing up, not bothering to brush the dirt from her trousers.