“I like your rabbit,” I said. Martha stopped rubbing the rabbit’s ears and looked at me. “Does he have a name?” She nodded, but didn’t say anything. “He’s your best friend, isn’t he?” I said, and she nodded again. “I have a best friend, too,” I told her. “Her name is Allie, and I tell her everything. Do you tell your bunny everything?” Martha nodded and held the bunny close to her, like she was protecting him. “I bet he’s a good listener,” I said. Then I told her, “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. We can just sit here together.” She buried her face in her rabbit’s fur, but
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ok that's so sweet
