[When the human moves out of the rain - taking with him the bag of donuts - Raphie doesn't follow. He's eaten like six of those things and he's finally starting to feel a little full. And with fullness comes a rekindled sense of wariness. He hovers by his brother's shoulder, hands sticky and face smeared with crumbs. That was the best thing he ever ate ever, but he still refuses to trust the human.]
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