Is there anyone else out there feeling sad when the night is over and you've gotta get back home?
—Wasn't a bad day, right?
—Not bad at all.
The child lied his head over his arms, as if he would sleep. His cheeks were pressed against his arms and his voice was slow. He looked at nowhere, perhaps lost in thoughts.
There were lots of people at the house, some at the kitchen near the child, others at the living room. Laughter could be heard from every corner, people chatted continuously.
Perhaps he could sleep in there. It felt calm. At last, calm.
It's funny. Looks like the times I most need company are when they've already spent their time with me and left back to their houses.
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