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Chapter 18 Nate?

56, 57, 58... I counted exactly 6 dollars and 58 cents. That was all the money I had left. What do I do? Where do I start from? I squeezed the money back into my pocket and strolled around the cramped space.

It's been a day since the incident with the Hawthorne man happened, and it is pointing toward one thing: I have little to no hope of finding Liv in this big city.

So instead, I am on a job hunt. I hastily brushed my teeth, styled my hair in a bun, took a quick bath, and sprayed my body mist that was given by Sarah, a kind lady.

After zipping my bag and locking it with a padlock, I stepped outside. You can't trust anyone here at the refugee camp. There are a lot of miserable people, addicts among them. I wouldn’t dare leave my few belongings unsecured.

The sun blazed overhead, and I squinted, wiping the sweat off my brow. I better be fortunate today.

But how could I make the money last? It wasn’t even enough to cover three meals, and after today and tomorrow, I’d be out of options
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