time_consuming raze he looked very old for someone so young. his clothes were torn rags, soaked through with the oil skin provides. his brown eyes burned red. when he spoke, his breath was a revelation, sweeter than anything a mouth should ever be born to carry. "i'll eat all your time," he said. "i'm a hungry boy, and my teeth are sharper than they've ever been. but you don't have much time to give. so we'll call it a snack — fuel to bridge the gap between feedings." i gave him what i had. he tore into it like a wild animal remembering his place incremental-wise, with each voluntary seizure of the jaw triggering another moment of recognition. i couldn't let him starve. 130528 what's it to you? who go blather from