Uštipovi bez donjeg veša - trejler

The same young Latino was manning the cash register as usual, waving at Corbin and preparing to ring up his selections.

Corbin paused, looking down at his food, slowly started putting a bag of potato chips back on the shelf.

He bit his lip, imagining the long night ahead of him without things to munch on.

This would be the last night, he told himself.

He would start walking each day, and he would go to the grocery store for healthy produce.