human
It was a long, hard way to get out of the poor-farm and finance my miserable little, pitiful little, adventure of the _Wide Awake_. Do you know that I worked in the poor-farm laundry for two years, for one dollar and a half a week, with my one available hand and what little I could do with the other, sorting dirty clothes and folding sheets and pillow-slips until I thought a thousand times my poor old back would break in two, and until I knew a million times the location in my chest of every fraction of an inch of my missing ribs.
gpt
You are a young man yet--