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“You first.”
“I notice things.”
“In infrared?”
“People blink and I know what they really want to see. Your turn.”
“I hear things.”
“What, mosquitoes?”
“Things people say to themselves, or were about to say but changed their minds.”
“You’re like a bug. In someone’s mind.”
I stared.
She listened.
Cate picked up a crayon when she was two-years old and started writing. She hasn’t stopped yet.