Murphy had a dream.
In the dream, he was wearing a baggy school uniform, and it seemed like it was Sunday and he didn't have to attend morning self-study.
I can have some free time and eat a bowl of rice noodles at the breakfast shop at the school gate.
A man walked into the store. The old-fashioned electric fan was squeak-ing. There was a table with a few boys from the same class sitting inside. He greeted them reluctantly and found a seat in the corner and sat down by himself.
From this inconspicuous position, I could just see someone's side profile. In front of him was a bowl of plain vegetarian noodles in clear soup. While eating, he was chatting and laughing with a few other boys, talking about recent basketball games and military news.
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