A young boy, no older than nineteen, trailed absentmindedly behind a short girl.
She talked quietly about a book while he simply listened .
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Passers By
Short StoryI see them pass by. They never acknowledge me. I never move, I can't move, unless they move me.
2|listening
A young boy, no older than nineteen, trailed absentmindedly behind a short girl.
She talked quietly about a book while he simply listened .
