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The way he asked nearly broke my heart.
He ate slowly, carefully, almost like someone trying to make the meal last forever.
When dessert came—a homemade apple pie—his eyes filled with tears.
« My grandmother used to make this, » he whispered.
For a second, he looked like a little boy instead of a sixteen-year-old trying to carry the weight of the world.
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