... I tried to follow him home but he always gave me the slip. Then I thought of asking the boy himself, but as it was too late in the day for the boy to be there, I went home thinking of coming the next day. The next day I went up to the boy and asked him who he was, but the boy only stared at me and walked away. At first I thought this to be very rude of the boy, but the look in his eyes when he walked away told me other wise. His deep black eyes had a feeling of longing deep inside them I could almost sense that he was lonely. The intense longing made me want to reach out to him and help him. The next day I brought the boy a bar of chocolate which he ate hungrily and then I asked him ...

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