goldie looks like a lowlife thug
and hell probably track me down for saying this and break my leg
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goldie looks like a lowlife thug
and hell probably track me down for saying this and break my leg
So. Behind their eyes the hope in them was sickening, and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been, and breathing a gasp of relief when the children passed the point of asking questions about what life was for.