It had happened. Flynn had reached the point where he was hungry and there was no money left to buy food if he was going to be able to pay the rent on his sad little room the next time it was due. Flynn didn't want to lose the room. It was the one thing he had left that separated him from the miserable life he had led when he was sixteen and for the six years after that, and the miserable life he led now. He needed the roof over his head to prove that he wasn't just nobody. That he had had a life and people who loved him and if he hadn't fucked up, he still would.
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