Dec 3, 2016
“ don’t look at me like that. ”
she says this while gently lifting up the collar of the cheapest secondhand jacket she could find, the one splayed out across the bench beside her with a sizable lump inside. hand slipping inside, food clenched within, there’s only small crunching noises emitting from the interior.
“ she was hungry. what was i supposed to do, keep her waiting or let her burn? ”
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