[boys like praise, especially ones like him. but he smells nervous and his heart is all a-flutter. her hand finds itself on his back briefly, like she's trying to show some camaraderie. the tiny smile she gives him is one of approval.]
No? Well...what is that modern game you play...Stacking cubes? Except with us, we do not touch them. How about that?
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[boys like praise, especially ones like him. but he smells nervous and his heart is all a-flutter. her hand finds itself on his back briefly, like she's trying to show some camaraderie. the tiny smile she gives him is one of approval.]
No? Well...what is that modern game you play...Stacking cubes? Except with us, we do not touch them. How about that?