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It was a theme that seemed throughout the years to be a common reoccurrence, a sight that most were familiar with by the time that they were all eleven and continuing to stay together as a close-knit group. They saw that more often than not, he would do without food. His parents had neither the money or the generosity to provide it for him as the years went on. Sometimes, it was only once a week when he couldn't find enough spare money to pay for a simple cold slice of pizza, the occasional crumbly peanut-butter sandwich to hold preciously in his orange gloves. However, as time went on, there was more of it to be seen. His face would seem unm