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... , watching Alia doodle little smiley faces on her napkin with ketchup. My chest tightened. "Hey, baby, can I ask you something?"
She blinked up at me. "Mhm?"
She looked up, blinking, a noodle dangling from her fork. "Yeah?"
"Your teacher, Mrs. Torres... she said you’ve been quiet in class. Putting your head down on your desk. Not talking much. Is something wrong?" I softened my eyes, trying not to sound like I was interrogating her. "Please talk to me."
Alia groan ...
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