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Gangly brat, towheaded and too skinny for his height, tall for eleven, outgrowing his shabby clothes. With a hollow-cheeked look he'll never quite get rid of, and an incipient curve of dry humor to his mouth even now, but the eyes... the eyes are a child's still, and frightened.
He glares fiercely down the path for a moment. "Stupid," he says then under his breath, and sits down abruptly, with his back to the wall of the house and his arms about his knees.
He glares fiercely down the path for a moment. "Stupid," he says then under his breath, and sits down abruptly, with his back to the wall of the house and his arms about his knees.