It also means that I have no clothes and no cash. So here I am, in what I hope is an inconspicuous position, eyeing this poor lady’s burger. You don’t know real hunger until you’ve gone this long without a proper meal. My head is fuzzy, like it’s filled with cotton wool, and my body feels like it’s floating through water, moving in slow motion. Worst of all, I’m fixating on this burger like it’s a holy relic that’ll save me. Because I will die before I go digging through the rubbish bin. A woman has to have her standards somewhere, right? Dirty pond drinking water I can tolerate here and
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