He took another, longer drink, trying to finish before the coffee had a chance to get cold. It also gave him a second to do the math.
"Since I was fifteen so, uh, eight years? Yeah, eight. I just turned twenty-three. In fall."
In all that time, he learned to survive. Though his spoken English is decent, he can barely read it. His passport expired so he has no ID. And he's been working on the street the whole time. He's a ghost, so if he were to vanish, no one would ever know.
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"Since I was fifteen so, uh, eight years? Yeah, eight. I just turned twenty-three. In fall."
In all that time, he learned to survive. Though his spoken English is decent, he can barely read it. His passport expired so he has no ID. And he's been working on the street the whole time. He's a ghost, so if he were to vanish, no one would ever know.