I am in what looks to be a communal entrance way on the floor if a block of flats. I am with a man and woman, and a child. It is unclear if the boy, called Wilson, is their son. I am in some kind of capacity as the child's caretaker.
Wilson is about seven years old. He kicks a stone to me. It lands at my fight. Wilson is pushing the boundaries. It is important that Wilson - and I - know which stone is which. We cannot do this as it has landed amongst other stones at my feet.
Wilson runs off to hide around the corner.
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