Chapter POV: Robyn Lithgow
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In the garden of my orphanage, all the little bastards crowded around me as I shared some lollipops. "Aight, you bludgers! Gather round! If you can't follow the rules, you're welcome to piss off!"
"Get stuffed slagger!"
"Shut it, kid, who did you learn to curse from? The name is Robyn."
With my earnings from Hellsgate, I bought snacks for a bunch of little bastards. Tim Tams, Freddo Frogs, Caramello Koalas, Pods, even a sack of Violet Crumbles! Seeing them running around high on sugar was definitely not healthy, but it was probably my own selfishness to share some joy in their lives.
After all, nobody did that for me. My old home was a run-down church in Woorabinda, Queensland, which ran on donations. Known as the poorest place in the country, Woorabinda was a real shithole.
