the girl I saw in the marketplace that day with baba... that was you, wasn't it, paris?when you looked at me, I saw that you was crying and bein' pulled to wherever your mama was taking you to; she was stompin' through the streets like someone I ain't ever seen before. she was gripping your wrist so hard my own started to hurt. baba never did that to me...
I never saw you again after that, but your tears—your sadness. it... it got stuck in my head for years. I wished I coulda done something to make you smile. if I wasn't scared outta me wits I would've gave you that cookie I had. I didn't even eat it afterward, I felt terrible.
... I don't think I ever seen you smile. you don't cry much no more, either.
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