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They never ended. I don’t know if they were a family, I don’t know anything really, but I’ll make assumptions in the hope that they never read this. There was the cute girl around my age who I noticed first in the Baltimore station; I thought she was alone until the two twin toddlers ran up to her (my dad gave me a look of pity before leaving), and then she appeared to know the parents of the twins, except I have no idea if they were the parents, and then there were more. The thing is, they kept shifting: at different bus stops, they would lose family members and add others, but there were never more than five at a time. By Chicago, the toddlers were in the care of two completely different people. I had no idea what was happening, and as an ignorant white American I’ll try to quit the conjecture. The kids didn’t bother me as much as I thought they would.