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2024-10-29 19:42:56Kia laughed as the sticks tumbled out of his hand again. “Here, let me,” she said. He let her manipulate his hands so the sticks were held in place. “Now you just-” She put her own sticks in her hand and snapped the ends together.
Wren tried, but the ends slipped right past each other and they tumbled to the table again. “I don’t think this method of eating is right for me,” Wren admitted.
“You just need practice. Try again!”
So Wren did. Time and again the chopsticks fell to the table and Kia patiently explained how to hold them again. When he finally managed to pick up a piece of food with them, she threw her head back and laughed in delight. Wren grinned in response, and even though the hunk of food fell to his plate before he could get it in his mouth, he counted it as a win.
“Told you you could do it,” Kia said. Her head tilted to the side and Wren focused in on what she was listening
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