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"Look! That kid is here again!"
"Why do we have to accept outsiders in our village?"
"I know right? Don't they want to repeat the tragedy that happened in our home? It is because of those outsiders that we have lost everything."
"I don't know what the leaders are thinking. Have they not learned their lessons already?"
"History will always repeat itself."
Murmurs of people around could be heard by a little boy sitting on a wooden bench. Even if they knew that the poor child could hear them, they did not care as their hatred toward the outsiders was so intense that they did not care whether they were someone old or an innocent little kid.
The poor kid sighed as he heard the ridicule, hate speech, and insults by the people in the little plaza. He had heard these since his parents brought him to this village. He didn't understand why they wanted him to stay in this place while the villagers hated them.
