[ Sarah curls her lip in Yia Yia's general direction, then focuses on the package resting against her legs. Cold, winter air is drifting in through the open window—along with the dulcet sound of the pigs in their shed—but she ignores it and starts to unwrap the package, instead. ]
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[ Sarah curls her lip in Yia Yia's general direction, then focuses on the package resting against her legs. Cold, winter air is drifting in through the open window—along with the dulcet sound of the pigs in their shed—but she ignores it and starts to unwrap the package, instead. ]