The person next to him glanced, with no expression, no onlookers, let alone help.
Everyone seems to be accustomed to it, or take it for granted.
“Uncle, please give us a way of life…where can you get a few biscuits money…” Aunt aunt burst into tears.
“Your unreasonable things are made out of food. Uncle Ben eats your face and get away.”
He was another kick, and the woman was kicked on the biscuit stand, with blood in her nose and mouth.
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