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... alled while running behind a boy around three years old.
He had black hair and blue eyes.
He was running away from his mother.
She held a small bowl and a spoon with food in it.
There was food on Vivian’s mouth too.
"I’n nat eating it. Not taste," Vivian said.
His voice was wobbly. He was only three, and words were still hard for him.
"No, you have to eat, son, or you won’t grow up strong," she said, still following him.
Vivian ran ...
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