'I hate Ar,' he said.
'Why, then, have you returned?' I asked.
'Because you are still here,' he said.
'I, too, am hungry,' I said.
He tore off a piece of bread. 'Here,' he said.
'I am grateful, Marcus, my friend,' I said.
'It is nothing,' he said.
We then, in the light of the small lamp, ate together.
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