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The Fear of Hunger

Let me just say that I have had hard times. Well, I thought I had, but now I am having to re-evaluate what hard times really are. I will have to give back my platinum membership card because I just ran into a real live scenario that put mine to shame. I work at an elementary school with tomorrows adults. Right now, they are still children, that are eager, youthful, innocent, and hungry. / Every…
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