It's almost noon.
The Milo Little is making lunch in the kitchen.
He steamed eight rice dumplings, stuffed them with pickles, and cooked a bowl of egg soup.
The steam on the edge of the pot slowly rose, and the Milo Little muttered to himself in front of the fire.
"I...I want to pawn these earrings...please give me more money..."
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