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55 Fiction #4- A Happy Family Outing

The fat family sat at the table having their burgers and drinks and donuts.  The incongruous boy of ten sat separately. His table lay sparkling empty, obviously. 
He looked not at his masters (stuffing themselves), but he was ready, should they call. He was hopeful.
But they ate and left, leaving him to scamper behind.

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P.S: This is not really a fiction. It is based entirely on my own witness. So much for child labour laws.