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Updated: May 14, 2025

Here we sit, with three times as much food before us as we can eat; and all over this city are poor devils with nothing to eat, and no homes to go to don't you know that's true, Abey? Don't you know it, Maw?" "Looka here, kid," said the magnate; "you know vot'll happen to you if you git to broodin' over tings? You git your face full o' wrinkles you already gone and spoilt your make-up."

Upton Sinclair - They Call Me Carpenter