[He says the kind of things that people normally use for real art. He says really highbrow things about her garbage graffiti. He says things, and it makes something flip over in her gut. She stays silent, mouth twitching. And when he stops saying things, she lets out a high- pitched noise, face pinching and twisting. Her cheeks turn dark, and she buried it in her hands, shoulders trembling.
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Hope Len is okay with crying kids.]