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"Do you know what 'Nakka Mur' means?" asks William. "He kept saying it."

Just one more thing.

The boy repeated the question and his grandmother scowled, speaking to him quickly in her own language. She looked tired and irritable, and the boy was obviously struggling to understand her. He glanced at his grandfather, then shrugged, tears welling in his eyes, the situation overwhelming him.

You’re not going to get anything else out of the boy. I’ll move it on to the next day: Tomorrow is Another Day