“You know ..” she begins a sentence but lets the words hang in the air for a bit. She wonders half-heartedly if she has his attention.
“Hm?” He lifts his head from a thick pile of shuffled papers. His face looks glazed over, hardened by his quota of unrelenting labor.
“Sometimes I feel like just giving up on people,” she says weakly, the hollows of
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