He stared into an entire empty space
He had no framework in his mind
About where he was to go next
He was, as his mother’s voice reminded him
He was in uncharted waters
He was in way too deep
Eventually he picked up the empty fruit bowl
Which his friend Stephen had made at school
Stephen had no family
So had given the dish to Joe’s mother
Who had often looked out for him
Here it was now...
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