Wie

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  Everyone sits around with one another, exchanging stories and laughing, as well as holding their breaths at some parts and unable to catch it at others. I sit there, slurping on my canned fruit, and looking at the floor.
  "Something wrong Wie?" The little boy asks.
  "No Ryan, thank you." I reply. The boy smiles at me, and scooches over next to me.
  "How are youuuuuu?" He asks.
  "I'm fine, thank you." I say blandly.
  "I'm 5!" He exclaims. I smile, and simply chuckle.
  "You'll be old like me one day." I joke, and he laughs.
  "You're nice Wie, can you be my dad?" Ryan asks.
  "Ryan, we just met, give it time." I kid with the kid. He smiles, and eats his carrots.
  "I hate these things." He spits.
"You should talk to Cathy or your mom about it." I reply. My tail swings around and tickles the boy's neck. He bends his head to block it and laughs,
  "Stop it!" He chuckles. He then runs to his mom and starts annoying her. I sit there, legs crossed, and place my empty can in front of me.

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