The boy finally stood straight and had settled upon a piece of rock.
Gray, dull, and rough.
The girl frowned as she grabbed it from his hand.
We took in what the boy said and we were astounded like never before.
"This is for you. Not because you're ugly, but because you're diffwent. Because you're not like other gwerls who play dwess-ups and Barbie dolls."
The girl shyly smiled.
"And because you're stwong like this rock. I also need someone to be strong for me, you know."
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