"Your words are sparse, I've occasioned to notice." At the pleasant-sounding observation, I glanced back. The boy's expression was unhurried, benevolent, and he rowed steadily.For being of an age with me, he seemed older, which made me feel younger, a singularly unwelcome thought, given how alone I was in the world. I deliberately turned my back on him, determined to keep counsel with no one else.
"No matter," he continued, "your words aren't needed. I've enough for us both." A few more pulls, a few more rippling moments of time passing, then, "Would you like to hear a story?"
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