C82 The Harvest from the Small Shop and the Evil Young Master
Fatty collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and wailing, "I can't... I'm dying of hunger!"
Next to him, the gaunt man was in even worse shape. Hounded by debt collectors that morning, he'd skipped breakfast. After a relentless half-day of turmoil, his legs were now jelly-soft. Without the wall for support, he'd surely crumple to the floor, unable to rise. Sparrow, on the other hand