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In a dark and gloomy workhouse in Victorian times...
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| Go on Oliver. Ask him. You have to -- you drew the short straw. | |
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| Please, sir, can i have some more? | |
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| MORE?! MORE?! You deserve to be hanged you young criminal. Get out of my sight! | |
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Oliver is told he must leave the workhouse
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| I hate the workhouse, but I am scared of what will happen to me in the outside world. I hope that I can find someone to look after me. I feel so alone... | |
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