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“You must be hungry.” I heard from the left side of me. I snapped out of my thoughts, and gave the woman sitting next to me an absent-minded wry smile. “Yes. Yes, I am.” Her forehead, which was already quite wrinkled due to her age, furrowed a little in worry. “Then, eat. Didn’t you bring anything to eat?” “No.” I say, my gaze back on the window, watching the black figures of the two boys I now have known for nearly two weeks. They were outside, chatting, whilst smoking a cigarette. One of them started to play with a small stone he found on the ground. “I’ve already eaten everything.