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CHAPTER 34
"My name is Katie," the little girl says, looking up at Sebastian in her seated position on the ground.
"Katie? That's a pretty name," Sebastian smiles, slowly sitting down across from her. "I'm Sebastian."
"Sebastian," Katie repeats with her lisp, making it almost sound like The-bath-an.
"Yeah," Sebastian laughs at her pronunciation.
I back up against the wall to avoid the possibility of getting caught; that is the last thing I want to happen right now, because the emptiness of the room with these two human beings inside of it is more fulfilling than the crowd of people we were with an hour ago.
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