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[_purple_crayon]

Outside room ten there are two figures.
One's a tall black headed one, and there's the shorter three year old, who for once, is not hiding. Of course, the important thing is the being there.
Hopefully this talk will go better than the other ones.

Snow, taking a last look at Harold, knocks on the door.

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Snow offers a small smile.

"It's good to see you again, Virginia. You, too, Hunter."

One hand is firmly on Harold's shoulder so he can't run off.

[_purple_crayon]

...Snow really knows Harold too well.

He looks a little shifty.