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“Hellboy. You like these kind of comics?”

Dorian bobbed his head.

“And you think your mom and dad were like that? Why?”

“Because they were special. My dad didn’t run out on me, and my mom was too special to get killed in a stupid car accident.”

“I see,” said George, very seriously. “That’s an interesting possibility you’ve got there, Dorian. I’ll have to think about that one.”

Dorian nodded, and, satisfied that the conversation was over and went back to what he was doing…nothing.

After a while he went to the kitchen and had cookies and milk while Lori insisted that she would attend to putting away all of Dorian’s clothes, just to help him feel more at home. George kept telling Dorian how pleased he was to see Dorian’s mood improve, and how they were going to be great friends and a great family. Dorian’s spirits improved with each bite of cookie and each sip of milk. It was the warmth of the freshly baked cookie versus the chill of the refrigerated milk, and the warmth won out, giving him a pleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.

DORIAN GRAY

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