I get the feeling their parents are dead now and they're longing for a time when they could eat stuff like this. Well, eat, anyway. Big Sis has the weight of the world on her shoulders and she knows there's not a damn thing she can do. Little "Londo" managed to get a biscuit somehow. He probably innocently picked it up when they were inside the store before the owner kicked them out. In a minute, the police will be there to arrest them all and send them to a workhouse where they will spend the rest of their short miserable lives working of Londo's purloined biscuit. Except the baby, of course, and Big Sis. Baby will be dead within a week and Big Sis will go on the game.
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Date: 2012-08-30 12:40 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2012-08-31 06:20 pm (UTC)Now I'm depressed! Thanks a lot, you Peek Freans!
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