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“Nice to see you again Mary.”
He made a mock bow as he started to head out the front door. After a meeting like that he was in desperate need for a smoke. Not because he particularly liked the nicotine or the way the smoke billowed in the cold night air. It was like he was itching for a run but could do nothing but stand still. Smoking helped to ease the pain of what was happening in the world, as well as being him a bereavement from his life. Peter ran a hand through his hair, tousling the loose curls, as he looked back toward the McDonald girl. She had gone through quite a lot. It was remarkable to see her here.
People had been unkind to her all of her life, carved it into her arm even. Which was unthinkable to Peter, he wasn’t sure what the world would hold for someone with that much hate. “Do you want one?” He offered, lighting his own and taking the first drag.
