[It's okay, little child. Anders isn't doing anything with all this height. He easily tugs a few more and hands them over.]
There's nothing like it in— where I come from. [It was still hard to think that... No, he wouldn't let himself do that. Not right now.] I'll have to let it set next time.
[He looks around, expecting a mother to come and whisk her child away. Wet clothes may not have been the biggest deal, but a grown man spitting on a child certainly warranted parental intervention.] Where are your parents?
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There's nothing like it in— where I come from. [It was still hard to think that... No, he wouldn't let himself do that. Not right now.] I'll have to let it set next time.
[He looks around, expecting a mother to come and whisk her child away. Wet clothes may not have been the biggest deal, but a grown man spitting on a child certainly warranted parental intervention.] Where are your parents?