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One, dressed in faded blue shorts and a frayed button-down blue Oxford shirt, twirls and skips on bare tiptoes.
The other, sick of answering uncomfortable questions - 'Where are you from, where do you go to school, who looks after you?' - has scampered across the street. They might be eight or nine, but they tell social worker Norrah Nyanoungwe that they are 11 and 13.
They both have dry, ashy skin and no shoes. They give their names as Gifty and Lyton, but they don't answer to them.
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'Who takes care of you?' Ms Nyanoungwe asks the younger boy, still twirling around the sidewalk.
'Granny.'
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'Does she know you're here?' she asks in Chichewa, the local language.
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