We tried getting a job.
It didn't work out though.
I've run out of money to buy food.
Let alone the rent.
I think I'm going to lose the apartment.
What are we going to do now?
Starve?
Why do you come up with such horrible plans?
Why would you move here?
This is all your fault.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
