Preparing to open the car door, Cecilia felt her legs go weak.

She turned toward Mark and whispered, “Thank you for giving me a ride home, Uncle Mark.

Mark rested his elbow on the window and smoked quietly.

After a while, he threw the cigarette butt away and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m too old for little girls like you.

Cecilia bit her lip and muttered, “I’m 27 years old.

I’m no longer a little girl.

Mark wrapped his long, lean fingers around the steering wheel.

He smiled, a little in an amused way and a little in a mocking way.

those plushies and a small milk bottle

girls

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like that,

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

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the car and smoked, watching Cecilia’s slender figure disappear behind the

help thinking of someone

was his younger

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and she didn’t get the chance to see her family again

his sister’s daughter and

Evans family’s distinguishing

though, Mark thought that

No.

clumsier than

Mark forgot about the lit cigarette he had between his

burned out until

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