Another sad and sickening day of the ever-so-cruel depression. My family has a much lower budget, and thus we have been forced to head to the breadlines. And trust me, you would not want to be part of that crowd, Journal.
You wait in line for an endless eternity, watching a colossal line of hungry townsfolk wait for their meals.
Finally, once we managed to make it to the end of the breadline, we got a few morsels of bread that looked as if they would barely last us the morning, and a cup of spoiled milk for each of us.
My mother and father were not appreciative of these conditions. They took it upon themselves to ask the supplier why we were given such terrible milk. And do you know their reply?
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