Green7
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A small boy, bent from hunger, stepped up to our protagonist from the battered crowd.
'Can I have my meal?'
'Of course my son' our protagonist beamed. He patted the child's head and looked straight into his waiting eyes, 'Only a dollar'
CHAPTER THIRTEEN : THE LAST REFUSE OF THE DAMNED
'Can I have my meal?'
'Of course my son' our protagonist beamed. He patted the child's head and looked straight into his waiting eyes, 'Only a dollar'
CHAPTER THIRTEEN : THE LAST REFUSE OF THE DAMNED
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