"You think you have it bad?" She asked in a deadly calm voice. "You say your family is starving. Have they eaten rats? Have they followed rats to see what they're eating? Have they stolen food from fucking rats?! Have they eaten leather they were so hungry? Have they gone more than a week with nothing more than a couple gulps of water to keep them going? If they haven't, then don't talk to me about poverty, don't complain to me about hunger. I've lived through that. I've lived through Hell, and here you are in decent clothes at a decent weight saying shit about how your family isn't going to make it. Well, let me tell you what, if you keep acting this way, then no, they won't make it. If you quit whining, though, and go out and get a job, go out and do something to get by instead of trying to take what other people have, maybe then I might try and do something for you. Not now, though. Now get the hell out before I fucking kill you!"
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