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11| Paying for Relief

Jonea limped towards the bell tower in the east. Her head and clothes were covered with dirt. The smell of eggs and spoiled milk wafted all over her. Jonea cleaned up as best she could and ran towards the bell tower as fast as possible. Only in that place could Jonea be alone and vent all her frustration and sadness.

"B4 bastard!" she shouted. "You think I'll give up? Seriously! Do you think I'm going to back off now? You have the wrong person, Hunter Abraham! You've never had a hard time. You never study in a cold room because you don't have heating. For ordinary people like us, perseverance is the key to survival."

Jonea was sobbing, but she was trying not to cry any longer. She wiped her tears using a sleeve stained with eggs and stale milk.

"How many eggs did you guys waste? High flour prices! All these foodstuffs are obtained with money. You are stupid! Too bad."

"Hooammm…."

Someone yawned loudly enough to make Jonea flinch. She turned her head to look for the owner of the voice.
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Linda Parizeau
Hunter you are an asshole.
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