[ Bree's laughter is loud and bright at the kick, and it's so genuine, a moment between a daughter and her parents being ridiculous as she tears off a piece of bread. And from there, information pours out of her. She tells him about the horse riding of course, about being so unsure about school and what she wanted to do or be. About her imaginary friend as a five-year-old, going on trips, how much she loves bunnies and always wanted one, and about going to the beach. It's so easy once she gets going and she very carefully omits Frank. It's hard, but she doesn't want to make the lightness leave either of their faces. ]
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