texts: I dunno. Payin' five now. </s> <s> I don't expeck we can las' much longer-- some a the folks ain't et for two days. You goin' back tonight? </s> <s> I aim to.
labels: Well--tell the folks inside how it is, Tom. Tell 'em they're starvin' us and stabbin' theirself in the back. An' as sure as God made little apples it's goin' back to two an' a half jus' as soon as they clear us out.