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... e stench.”
Like someone drowning in self-loathing, the beggars would step back for every step I took toward them.
“…Why. Did. You. Call me…”
They emerged, shambling forward like the 1/3 taunt minion from a card game, reminiscent of a dark wizard.
“…What are you looking at? If you’re not giving me food, then buzz off.”
The moment I tried to speak, they aggressively retorted, spitting on the ground repeatedly.
But after a quick wash, a haircut, and a ...
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