[ he nods, already looking worried though some of the kids here are even younger than she must be. frank gets up, abandoning his activity altogether and gestures for her to show him. with a tiny smile he types out. ] people here call me punching bag. [ he puts a hand on her arm in a way he hopes is reassuring before shuffling past her to the house at large so she can show him the claim she's staked. ]
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