"what are you staring around for?"

asked little girl

"i'm waiting in line"

me, thinking she said "standing around"

"no," she said, "i said 'what are you staring around for?'"

i noticed i was looking at the ceiling and at the rows of books and at the other people in line at different times during her question.

"i dunno, maybe i'm bored?"

i answered, unsure.

"my hair is black,"

she told me proudly.

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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