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

little girls

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like that, Cecilia ran

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

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the car and smoked, watching Cecilia’s

help thinking of someone to whom he’d once been

his younger

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her time, and she didn’t get the chance to see her family again before she was gone, a fact that had since become a thorn in Mark’s

of Rena, his sister’s

distinguishing physical features and brown

Mark thought that Cecilia was more like

No.

was clumsier than

his own reverie, Mark forgot about the lit

that it had burned out until its

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