The little girl finally asked me, What is that?
I had been ignoring her. Successfully I thought. It wasn’t a malicious ignoring understand; I was finishing up a task on the computer and it was nearly closing time.
Before I could decide if I should act like I didn’t hear her or not she asked again: what is that?
I turned in the squeaky old office chair fro…
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