Bob enters through the door and stops — the camera catches his moment of searching the room, looking for the children, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. He calls out, looking left and right. Rosa slowly rolls her eyes — a barely perceptible eye-roll, the micro-expression of someone who finds accountability tedious — and delivers her lines without lifting her gaze from the screen, her t...
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