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"So, what do you want me to do now?"
"My wife said they're not good at this kind of stuff, but you can call her and tell her we really like her?" The white-haired boy, who doesn't identify with this group of people at home, was in his wheelchair, and a big grin on his face.
"I'll call you back in a minute."
The little boy said, "We know who you are - we know you're a great person, I wish you luck. But there's nothing you can do to stop you from leaving. Please, give me your mind, don't do anything about it. Please don't kill me!"
"I'm not letting you," the boy replied, "you've left me and I don't want to be around you. We're here to help with the food and for you to remember you. We were all the ones who took the train to meet your wife. If you're not happy here, you're not allowed, and you're not allowed to eat out. But if you really want your wife to remember you... there's something you can do."
The boy was already done, and the big smile and the other emotion that said "I don't want to-"
The little boy said, "I want to give you what I have, I want to help
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