It was already two days and Morgana had barely managed to escape the Montenegro mansion a day before. Her clothes were tattered from the cuts of where she hid the other night, and dirty from the gasoline of the car she hid under.Her shoes were torn and she had removed them, preferring to walk barefooted across the new street she had walked herself into.She cold feel pangs of hunger gnawling at her belly. As she roamed the streets, feeling dejected and forsaken,her eyes caught sight of a small roadside stall selling freshly baked bread. Morgana watched the woman arrange her freshly baked bread on display.Salivating, she walked up to the lady."Excuse me ma'am," Morgana began timidly, " do you have any bread crumbs to spare? I'm very hungry please" she begged.The bread seller glanced at her with disdain. A roadside beggar, she thought. Why wouldn't she buy the crumb of bread she desired from the proceeds she made from her begging, she thought. " We don't give handouts here. If
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