Check out Joe Eaton: Terrell Hunter sets scrambled eggs and strips of turkey bacon on a piece of white toast. He slathers strawberry jelly on a second piece of toast and mashes the sandwich together.
The 15-year-old, known to his friends as Heavy T, stands at the kitchen table and eats, dressed in long blue satiny shorts that he slept in. He's shirtless. Fat spills in waves from his 4-foot-11-inch frame.
It's just after noon on a weekday in June, but inside Terrell's house, it feels like 5 a.m. Gold curtains block out the light. A rolled-up bath towel snakes the mail slot in the front door.
Terrell is a few bites into his breakfast when his head jerks toward the front door across…
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