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... y a man beside the fence of the residential area. He was small, I didn’t think he was any older than eight. I couldn’t see his face, just his curled-up body; dirty clothes, dirty black hair. The man was barking viciously, ’why haven’t you awakened yet’ or something like that.
When the man stopped and walked away with curses, he didn’t get up for a while. I had thought he died or something. It wasn’t uncommon here—people drop dead every day, only to be replaced by other exiles and runaway ...
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