Sad smiles... Oh, he knew all about them. They were on his face about ninety percent of the time. And on Abigail's just as often, if not even more. His heart ached a little just thinking of the girl. He wondered if he should bring her along next time, to let her sit among other people her age and get a touch of normalcy.
"Dry? No, I thought... it was nice. I remembered the topic from high school. You're a good teacher."
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Date: 2013-05-26 03:54 pm (UTC)From:"Dry? No, I thought... it was nice. I remembered the topic from high school. You're a good teacher."