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The man pressed on which made Norman feel a tenseness seize his muscles. His jaw line twitched mildly as he bit down in anxiety. The bag he held to was pulled closer toward him as if he were protecting a child or an animal — in fact, it had been neither.
❝—-No, I’m just… searching for supplies.❞ He lied through his teeth.
For some reason, the former Sheriff felt a sort of protectiveness over the young man. Perhaps, it was because children weren’t supposed to be in this world alone, without someone to guide them through it. The boy was maybe a little older than his son, which caused him to worry even more - he couldn’t imagine Carl out in the world on his own.
“I can help,” he offered, knowing if he helped it would clear his conscience.
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