![]() I-I,” I stuttered, “I don’t want to do that. I didn’t believe it possible, but I paled further then whispered, “I just want something to eat. He opened the door another few inches before looking up and down the street. ![]() His scowl left him a moment to study my face. Move your foot or I’ll break the fucking thing.” The door was stopped a few inches before it shut, and the man looked down at my foot before looking back up at me and glowering. My eyes widened in shock at the bold move. The door moved to close a second time and I panicked, placing my foot in the way. “You’re hungry?” He scowled at me, his lip curling. I was just wondering whether you had any food that you were about to throw out.” I peered up at him. The man frowned down at me, his dark eyes scrutinizing my every move. ![]() A man with short brown hair stacked chairs from outside the deli and brought them in before moving to close the door. My numb feet took me three more blocks before I came across a sandwich bar that was closing. The tilt of his brow told me he didn’t believe me, but he shrugged and walked away with the box, leaving me alone to regret my decision. ![]()
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