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... ing on his knees like an obedient good boy. His palms were starting to sweat, but he didn’t dare wipe them on his pants. The silence stretched forever. Was he supposed to say something? Was it rude to just sit here? His knee bounced once before he caught himself. The table before them was set neatly, but the food hadn’t arrived yet.
The room was too quiet. Micah’s tolerance of being still had stretched dangerously to its limit.
Uncle Lin noticed the boy’s subtle shifting, signall ...
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