"...I felt like I wasn't supposed to be there."
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"Supposed to be there[.]"
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"Fixing rides? That was my existence? ... Why?"
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She tilted her head, as if it were obvious.
"Children[.] You keep them safe. You make good for me."
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"Is where you were supposed to be ." she said, and then she touched his shirt patch with a small laugh...
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"Not her hands," she said. "My hands. ... Keep you safe."
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