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“Hi, I’m Croma. That’s my camp name. What’s your name?”
“Kail.” Your voice has an undertone of surliness. I hope Croma hears you as subdued and polite.
We sit on the ground. I am the only parent, but I can’t leave yet, not like this. You hook your arms tightly around your knees and stare down into the grass.
“Okay,” Croma says. “I’m going to ask you to say your name, and then tell me whether you would want to be a rhinoceros or a T Rex and why.”
You turn to me, your eyes hard.
“This is so stupid,” you hiss. I don’t reply, but I sort of agree with you. This question is not the way to endear yourself to a bitter child. Still, you answer when it’s your turn.
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