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Little Boy: Yes, I sell chips to people on buses everyday, morning to night.
M: Do you wish to go to school?
Little Boy: I did when I was younger. But now I don’t know.
M: What don’t you know?
Little Boy: I don’t know if I want to go to school.
M: Why is that?
Little Boy: I sometimes see them sad.
Little Boy: Those who seem to have gone to school, the well-dressed ones with id cards and workbags. I see them in tears in sometimes. It makes me sad. I don’t know if I want to go to school, grow up to be an id card man to look sad on a bus and a chips-selling little boy takes pity on me.