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“…Come on, you need to put your socks and shoes on, we’re going outside.”
“I can’t, I’m feeling EXISTENTIAL,” Dinah sighed, flopping onto the carpet at the foot of the stairs. She lay there face down without moving. Dan regarded her with a flat expression. This was indeed his child. He looked up at you.
You shrugged innocently, “I don’t know where she gets it from.”
“I hate everything,” Dinah mumbled, the words muffled by the carpet pile but ultimately intelligible.
“You’re too young to hate the world,” Dan said matter-of-factly, “You’re six.” He scraped Dinah off the carpet and put her over his shoulder, “Give it a few years, then we’ll talk.”