Seemingly unaware of his outstretched hand, Zeke took a photo of the tall boy with the crumbly bar. Now he'd have something to check with. He should have taken a photo of the other girl as well. "No," he answered. "It doesn't matter what you can or can't do. That's what my mom says."

When the girl showed up, with the almost-grey-from-black hair, Zeke took a photo of her too. "What's intruding?" He asked her. He knew what the word meant. Someone had explained it once, but he didn't get how walking around looking at things was intruding. "You can sit there." He pointed at a spot next to him. "Your hair's almost like charcoal, you know that?"


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