“What have you been doing?”
The boy’s name was Eli. He was fourteen years old, thin as a shadow, with cracked lips and hands rough from sleeping on cold streets. He had not eaten since the day before. Most nights, he slept behind the hospital dumpsters because the walls blocked the wind. Sometimes nurses gave him bread. Sometimes they chased him away.
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