Hard Times

by Charles Dickens

asshole.

haha. have they any manners?

oh dear...

wa bam. family.

I have never broken the condition once.

oh lord. yet another mess.

because you a liar!

true... where is he?

and there were larks singing (though it was Sunday),

because birds don't sing on sundays.

uh... no... do not want...

aw... no...

oh here we go with the lisp again.

poor girl.

true dat. gilded age.

he's one to talk.

lord...

heh...

that doesn't make sense...

lol... noodle.

kind of a depressing ending.