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He is the feeder, it said to him.
Andrew’s head snapped up as he looked for the speaker, but he was alone. He was halfway home from school, and people streamed past him on the busy New York sidewalk, but he was alone. He thought it odd that in such a crowded city he could feel alone. He walked to school alone, and he walked home alone. The only time he was not was when he was at junior high with his friends. They were kids he could laugh with and joke with, friends he could talk with about what he had seen on TV the night before or explore the recently interesting topic of girls, the elusive other s*x. But with that last bell of the day, it would all be over. They lived in other areas of town, or their parents or chauffeurs picked them up. Nobody walked home with him.
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