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He just sat there with his head slightly lowered, almost like he was listening to something the rest of us couldn’t hear.
His mother sat close beside him, leaning in every few seconds to whisper into his ear.
Not casually.
Constantly.
And with her other hand, she kept tracing quick patterns into his palm.
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