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Prisoners - flash fiction
'Oiy! I'm bleedin ungry in ere. Don't just shut da bleedin door on me.'
'Hitting the bars will avail you little.'
'Bleedin town guard need ta learn some manners, lockin a hard workin man up without supper. An these blankets aren't gunna keep us warm. Sodden near winter it is.'

scottcirakovic
Jul 162 min read
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