NIRELLEBy the time we are done with breakfast, we lie down in bed; it is weird to eat breakfast and just do nothing."What was your childhood like?" His question catches me off guard. I look at him, tucking my hand under my face, and he mirrors my action. "The one before the Thamore mansion," he adds as if to correct himself."Well, I told you that Mom was poor and she owed a lot to feed us, but it was fun. I had a lot of friends and would play in the park all day until Mom came to pick me up and take me home," I said, and he smiled. "I feel like I am the one always doing the talking," I say, stopping myself from remembering those good memories because even though they were good, the woman in them was almost unrecognisable now, and that tainted the entire experience for me."I like hearing you talk," he said."And I don't?" I say, feeling my stomach rumble a bit. "I like hearing you talk too," I say, and he nods."What do you want to hear? About my childhood," he asked, and I gave a g
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