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 ‘Why don’t you get a job?’ That’s what you think, isn’t it? ‘I work, so why don’t you, you lazy bitch?’

Because I’m too young, is why. Application for a job, a proper job, I mean, would send me into care.

When I’m sixteen, as the clock strikes twelve on that night, I’ll be queuing for work, don’t worry. Because any place that would employ a homeless fifteen year-old girl no questions asked is exactly the sort of place you need to avoid.

What, do you think I like this?

Would you?

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