The cold's got a mean bite tonight. Starts at the fingers, works its way in till the bones ache. Tried sleepin' under the bridge by the shoemaker's, but 'em stones sweat worse than I do on a hot day in Mudrow. Found half a loaf behind Gem's bakery, hard as stone, soft in the middle thou'. Ate it slow, pretended it was warm. Mol says if ye chew slow, it fools the gut. Liar's trick, but it keeps us breathin'. Tomorrow, I'll take Tip with me ter check out the butcher's bin.
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