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You walk up to the child and kneel down next to her. She is playing with a small sunflower, gripping the petals with her tiny fingers, pulling them away, and letting the soft breeze carry them away. Her dress is spotted with dirt, and she has a bumblebee hair clip pinning up golden curls over her right ear. She stops singing when you are near.

"Hello. My name is Victor zombie. What's your name?" you say.

She doesn't answer but stares at the flower. You speak softly and ask...