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"Can use utensils if you'd like. I will," Malorn replied, cutting open the loaf and beginning to eat. "It was, yes. Many others there, not everyone got blanket or warm meal all the time. Odd to adjust in America, afraid everything will disappear," he admitted. He'd always been terrified that he would lose everything. Get fired from his job and live on the streets, or maybe everything was just a dream. He was still a tiny, helpless orphan in Russia, a little boy nobody cared about.