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“Thank you for being kind.”

“Are you sisters? Twins?”

“Yes,” said one of the almost-matching tiny brown-haired girls who sat down next to me.

“No, they’re best friends,” said the older man accompanying them on the downtown M15 bus. “I hope they’re not bothering you.”

BEST friends,” added one while the other nodded.

“What are you playing?” asked one (I don’t remember which) nodding in the direction of my phone. Continue reading