[She corrects him with pride, her air of stony melancholy seeming to distance itself. Mary smiles, and reaches up to hold both sides of his big hand in her own small ones.]
I hope so. And then I hope they come and find us. And then we'll have more friends!
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[She corrects him with pride, her air of stony melancholy seeming to distance itself. Mary smiles, and reaches up to hold both sides of his big hand in her own small ones.]
I hope so. And then I hope they come and find us. And then we'll have more friends!