Damn—I hate the city.


    Life may not be all about money, but if I could afford to buy food all the time, then I wouldn’t have to rely on that stupid place.


    And avoid having to humiliate myself.


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    Is it—is it because of my green eyes?


    Does Sable—like me?


    Do I like him?


    friend


    them