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‘“They’re busy at this age. She just

turned three.” Sin-wannabe laughs. Her

laughter is warm and friendly.

My eyes remain downcast. An

awkwardness is brewing, and my chest

tightens. I want to reach for my inhaler,

but I think better of it.

“Anyway, I should go. Thank you

again.” Sin-wannabe says. She has that

look people get when they’re nervous

around me.