"You were an orphan?" Christina asked, surprised. It was probably rude to ask about someone's horrible childhood without parents, but it was interesting. How often did you meet one in real life? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so excited about that. It's just unusual."
She smoothed a hand down the front of her uniform. "Yes," she admitted. "Evan walks me here on his way to school. He goes to public school, so we have to leave home early and I end up here before everyone else."
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