Tin Can GambleFotis collapsed, exhausted, against the damp brick wall. He was relieved to finally allow his breath to catch up with him and assess the day's small victory. The trophy of that victory was a meal. The other children seemed to make a game out of this daily struggle. It was sometimes as if they didn't grasp the high stakes gamble of their almost daily escapades. Sometimes, they had to abandon their mission. Other times, they succeeded but at a cost, sometimes physical but always psychological.
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