Malcom laid his head on the frigid metal. His ears rang and
his head pounded. You can only live in poverty for so long before you become
inescapably desperate. You can only starve and scrape so much before you’ll
give up. Malcom was hungry. He had been hungry for a very long time and he had
watched others eat.
He needed money, was that so wrong? No one was getting hurt.
No one but him.
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