[He wonders if that means Amos is alone a lot. He's not sure if the man truly likes being alone, or if he's just used to it. Either way, Tewkesbury shakes his head.]
I don't know. I have trouble with it.
[He gives a soft kick to the ground, a little pink in the cheeks from admitting that.]
I don't really have a tribe. Unless you count Enola. Who're your friends?
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I don't know. I have trouble with it.
[He gives a soft kick to the ground, a little pink in the cheeks from admitting that.]
I don't really have a tribe. Unless you count Enola. Who're your friends?