I think she’s trying to be sympathetic, but she’s laughing so hard she can’t actually stand upright
Achicken goes streaking by my leg; I shriek and grab on to Shan, who’s standing next to me, a big peaceful smile on her face.
She looks at my hand desperately clutching the front of her sweatshirt.
“Uh, Naomi?”
I remove my hand and place it gently by my side. “Yes, Shan?” I say demurely.
She squints at me. “Are you afraid of chickens?”
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