I finally managed to get something to eat. A cold, disgusting tuna sandwich from 7-11. This would be enough for me to keep going, if it weren’t for the fact that I got the shit beaten on the way back home. This is what happened. After I bought the sandwich, I came across a kid playing with a windup toy on the sidewalk. It was a miniature clown that woul…
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