[He can't stand it. He's scared and starving and everything smells so good but he knows he shouldn't. Latvia paces up and down besides the upturned food stall, shovel still tightly clutched in hand. He knows better than to eat off the floor, and he knows it's not really but maybe that'll make it okay? Even if it won't help his hunger maybe it'll create some kind of placebo effect at least. Just a little something wouldn't hurt, right?]
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