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A boy stood before him, clutching a plastic bowl, his eyes wide.

“What is wrong with you?” Chris snapped, looking down at the yellow stain ruining his shirt. “Are you blind?”
“I’m sorry -honestly, I didn’t see you come around the corner,” the boy said, his voice frantic but sincere. “Look, come to my dorm. I’ve got detergent. We can get that out before it sets.”
Chris followed him, nursing his pride. He realized the boy lived in his own hostel, yet they had never spoken.
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