You get what you paid for
A boy thrown upon the streets was left with no food to eat. The people past with little help, if only to feed internal whelps. With stomach empty he began to steal, found no other way to get a meal. The humble stealing turned to looting, and eventually to brutal shootings. As on he killed all feared his name, but who in this was really to blame? You passed him by with not much said, and when asked for food you all just fled.
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