“You see that one right there?” he asked, accent unrecognizable as he motioned to a girl standing aimlessly in the center of the station looking up. She had a large suitcase and two bags stacked on top. Her light brown hair bumped at the ends and the same cardigan sweater the first woman had with cute, flared jeans that showed her figure. “This little dumb bitch here, SOUXIE?!” he hissed angrily before flashing a fake smile at me. “Honey, if you ever have children, make sure they aren’t clairvoyants. Her mind is so easily distracted…” His daughter turned around and stared at him before
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