August 7 - 1:20 PM
"I have to go to my Nana's...I don't like going there..."
"Why's that?"
"I have to interact with people..."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I--hold on." {puts hand in back pocket, pulling out a small device} "I have music. It'll help."
"It always does, kid."
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