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Four voices blur together now as I press myself under a corrugated lip of tin, listening in.
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“What’s that? Who’s there?”
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“Don’t, Miriam.”
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“I swear I heard something...”
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“That’s never a good thing.”
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“Maybe they have food!”
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“Yeah! Maybe they’re like us?”
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“Get back over here. Both of you. NOW.”
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“I’m hungwy still.”
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“I know, Morrow. We all are.”
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“We’ll find something. We always do.”
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[chomping] “More rat, I’m sure.”
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“Don’t make fun, Sid. Food is food.”
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“….I’m sorry.”
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“It’s ok. Miriam, come and eat some.”
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“After everyone else I will.”
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“You haven’t had anything in a day. Please.”
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“Here, Mir. Take the rest of mine.”
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“Eat, silly. You’re a growing young boy.”
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“I call the eyebaws!”
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“You’re such a strange child.”
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“That’s enough. Eat. All of you. I’ll watch.”
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“So cwunchy!”
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“I’ll take watch next. You need to eat too, Peter.”
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“I don’t trust this place. We should move on.”
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“Not me! I like it.”
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“Me too! Merrymouse Merrymouse!”
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