"There is nothing I can do." she sighed in frustration, slowly drawing her own hand back to her cup of coffee.
"He is not the same boy - he is... much younger." her face took on a different sort of emotion now, one that looked nearly hurt as the thought crossed her mind. "... he knows a different version of me, looks at me like I am a stranger."
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"He is not the same boy - he is... much younger." her face took on a different sort of emotion now, one that looked nearly hurt as the thought crossed her mind. "... he knows a different version of me, looks at me like I am a stranger."