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... let the words hang in the air.
"...About what?"
Mario exhaled. The sound came out ragged, tired. Like it hurt just to say it.
"I am tired."
Richard glanced back.
Mario was slumped forward in the chair now. Less defiant. Less hostile. Just... hollow.
"I don’t sleep much," Mario muttered. "Even before all this. Every night, it’s the same dreams. My little brother crying because he wants more rice. My mother skipping meals so we can eat. My dad—when h ...
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