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Teens do not like being given things. They prefer to take.

A similarity she hasn't ignored.

Not 'why'd you leave', blessedly. She knows her audience.

Your defensiveness makes her cagey. Try to cool it.

She doesn't give it a second thought.

Mercifully not insisting on your name. She knows her audience.

Not her place to eavesdrop.

An old hand at hearing other people's problems, and displaying just enough sympathy to make them feel listened to.

Nicer than any cop had the right to be. Still, he believed in the cause -- your cause.

He'd cover you if you whined about it, but only if he was already getting one for himself.

Product of her generation. She knew how to keep herself to herself.

Through the cracks in her indifference, horror starts to leak out.

This is useless. This man has only one thing on his mind.

Definitely not your style.

Not many would stoop so low as to use their daughter's suffering as a bargaining chip.

A bottle of expensive schnapps like the one he lost may change his mind...

Tempo had that effect on his surroundings. Often spoken about, rarely seen -- unless he had a use for you.

He really wants you to believe that.

Whatever he's hiding, it isn't pleasant... It destroyed something in him.

Even if he doesn't like it, his position gives him purpose, direction. Sometimes that's enough.

You don't need interests to make you interesting.

Detecting low levels of 'It' here. Seems his return hasn't solved that particular problem at all.

Just the papers, no note. A sense of strange finality settles into you; he's gone.

For the gambler palming a final chip; for the veteran lacing up boots cracked at the heels; for the fool stepping into the current and demanding the river change course.

A pit of hopelessness opens in your stomach as you skim the rows of faces.

This man should not be alone right now.

He sees it. He sees the great unfairness afflicting you.

The question is: Can you live with your own?

He really does feel for you.

This man's punishment may be of his own making.

A light crackle teases you. The man from Foto 24?

Just address them.

Younger than your mother, but in her mind, she's an old woman.

A long time for a rumour to linger.

Relieved at the prospect of not having to spackle any tack-holes once you're gone.

And yet, the thought of scandalising her dead parents thrills this woman to the bone.

The attitude that has carried her through her entire life, through whatever hardship.

Hunch correct. Snooping vindicated.

A crackle of recognition behind his eyes as they meet yours.

The man has nowhere else to go. There is no one better for the assignment.

Dripping skepticism.

That was happening anyway after the way you insulted her voice.

Hopefully for the right reasons.

His words are tinged with subtle disappointment.

It never even crossed his mind.

Suddenly, he realises, he doesn't know her at all.

He's desperately hoping you'll give him a good reason to let you step in.

Too cynical to consider it.

He believes the cliche, so it's his final word on the subject.

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