The Boy in the Alley

I can’t tell you how many times I’d seen him. Maybe a hundred times, over the last nine months or so. He was just a boy – much younger than me, maybe nine year old, if I was forced to guess. Though, he could have been older; that’s how malnourished he was.

I didn’t know his name, and I never asked. Even though I was sure that I knewhim as soon as I saw him, I couldn’t possibly have. This boy and…

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