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Sohrab was wearing the plain white T-shirt and new denims I had bought him in Islamabad just before we’d left—the shirt hung loosely over his bony cheap Fendi handbags, slumping shoulders. The color still hadn’t seeped back into his face Fendi magic bag, save for the halo of dark circles around his eyes. He was looking at us now in the impassive way he looked at the plates of boiled rice the hospital orderly placed before him.
Soraya asked if he liked his room and I noticed that she was trying to avoid looking at his wrists and that her eyes kept swaying back to those jagged pink lines. Sohrab lowered his head. Hid his hands under his thighs and said nothing. Then he simply lay his head on the pillow. Less than five minutes later Fendi Hobo bag, Soraya and I watching from the doorway Fendi red handbag, he was snoring.
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