I was a poor wench in the rennaissance days. I was just dumped by my boyfriend and kicked out of the house. I was young and naive. I had nowhere to go. I was eating dinner and someone approached me and sat down and ate with me. We didn't realize how expensive the meal was and people kept taking things from me. I didn't know how I was going to pay for the food.
OK - Now picture all of that above in very fine detail. The rustic tables, the shanty clothes. The smells and odors. The drab colors of the poor.
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