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This was not the time to offer platitudes. I hugged him, and rummaged in my backpack to get him a tissue. I also drew out a bottle of orange juice, which he gulped thirstily.

“Thank you,” he said, with unfathomable pain in his eyes. “Do you want to tell me about it?” “Lean your bike against the wall, and let’s sit down on the kerb, and I’ll tell you!” he said with a quiet authority I could not fathom. I put it down to what I had assumed to be a tough life – maybe he had younger siblings, and he was obliged to care for them, together with regular beatings.

“I almost died three times, you know…” he said, and I swiveled round to look at him. “Yes, I did, too. The first time, I fell out of my cot. The second time, I was run over by a car. The third time, the neighbour’s pit-bulls injured me so badly the parents decided to switch off the life-support system.”

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Comment by Tanja Cilia on August 29, 2010 at 11:43am
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on August 29, 2010 at 10:15am
at: ? Very interesting.

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