He took out the already cold burger again and ate it bite-by-bite. His mother said before he shouldn't waste food, and so even if it became cold, he would still eat it.
However, he put down his hand and thought for a second. What if he ate it and got an upset stomach, wouldn't that be an even bigger waste? He finally found an excuse for himself at last and threw his burger in the bin nearby. Then, he stood at the side and stared at the elevator—lost in thought—but did not move forward from his position.
His mother said that one must do good to the end, and so he must do it.
He leaned against the wall, surprisingly with no trace of a smile on his face.
"Cousin, you're really cruel sometimes. There are a lot of ways to kill someone, but you chose the most brutal one. Playing with someone's feelings will really make you end up in hell."
He sighed and pressed his lips together, pity flashing across his eyes.
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