The weird creature looked like a bad dream. Dark hair curled dankly almost to his shoulders, and he smiled slyly out of a dirty white face. It was a wintry day, but he was barefooted. He wore long woolen underwear, an outlandish, oversize, red flowered sunsuit and, over it all, two tattered girl's dresses.
Two cops found him busy over a bowl of corn flakes and milk in a house in the Roxbury section of Boston; some kids had come upon him wandering about the street, and had taken him home. One of the cops looked over the child in...
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