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“You look hungry,” the strange child says, handing Iwaizumi a piece of soft bread.
It tastes unlike anything the boy has eaten and it makes him feel better.
The next day, the strange child mutters “You look cold,”
and he pulls a scarf over Iwaizumi’s bare shoulders, hiding bruises and goosebumps alike.
“Iwa-chan, let’s play!” the strange child shouts and it smiles at Iwaizumi with sparkling eyes, drying his tears.
“Come with me,” the strange child says, “Let’s go home!” and it laughs and sings,
pulling Iwaizumi deeper into the forest,
ever farther from the woman calling out his name.