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It slowly, deliberately, turned its paper to face him. On it was a crude drawing: a stick figure with a boxy chest (his GrabPack), standing next to a smaller figure with wings and stripes. Above them, a single word, written in shaky, child-like letters:

He sat on the dusty floor. "I'm not good at staying inside the lines." poppy playtime for free

It held up a broken crayon. Purple. "Will you color with me? Just for a minute. Before the others smell you." It slowly, deliberately, turned its paper to face him