“It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.”Mia. Seventeen. Oregon. Cello.
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She gave her head a small shake, “No. I grew up in a village that had a lot of sheep - I know what to do and what not to do. If you do not come off as a threat, you will not get headbutted.”
“Right – I’ll give you a call if I ever wake up in that situation and you can get the thing out.” Pause. “What’s your name?”