“Vegetables,” he said. “Could you understand him? That’s what he said, isn’t it?” The elderly man mumbled. “I can’t eat meat. Wait.” He fumbled in his coat pocket and brought out a printed card which he passed to Nat. The card, dirty and shabby, could barely be read; Nat held it up to the light, squinting as he sought to make out the printed lettering. FEED ME AND I WILL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO HEAR. COURTESY OF THE CHUPPERS ASSN. “I am a chupper,” the elderly man said, and took the card suddenly back, returning it to his coat pocket. “Let’s get out of here,” Molly said to Nat, quietly.
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