I knew a Danny. Danny Claven. His mother got me out of the copshop once. Pretended I was her daughter. I stole boots for him because he lost one during a mugging I orchestrated.
I knew a Danny. Danny Claven. His mother got me out of the copshop once. Pretended I was her daughter. I stole boots for him because he lost one during a mugging I orchestrated.
Oh well. I don't have access, but I remember seeing some of it a long time ago. He got placed taking care of dogs or horses. I think he lost the job. He told me his sisters...it's a horrible story. Worse than mine. One sister set herself on fire he said. I forget what happened to her twin.
I don't think it's terribly fair to put people through this. I don't think it's very nice to know that you have been born and have no idea where you're off to next. Or even if there is anywhere to go. It's not very good really. Not very satisfactory.