They were new in town, that was obvious, and none of the family was the most social of people.
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| Harriet and Victoria Orr sat on the hard bench outside the small store, hands pressed between their legs and eyes docilely lowered. The girl serving ice cream across the street occasionally cast them curious glances, but mostly was too occupied doing her job to get too inquisitive. They were new in town, that was obvious, and none of the family was the most social of people. |
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