" His pink fingers found the shell around my neck, touched it softly. He lifted it and saw the scar. His brow furrowed.

He whispered, "Is your voice inside the shell?"

I smiled a little sadly.

"That's okay," he said. "We don't have to talk to be friends. "

I smiled a little sadly.

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" His pink fingers found the shell around my neck, touched it softly. He lifted it and saw the scar. His brow furrowed. He whispered, "Is your voice inside the shell?"I smiled a little sadly."That's okay," he said. "We don't have to talk to be friends. "