A boy sits backwards on a café chair, waiting for his Dad to bring refreshments. His arms are folded on top of its straight back, his chin resting grumpily on them. He wears a green sweatshirt with the hood up. He stares at me for a minute or so. If I need to picture boredom and frustration, I will always see his face.
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