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As I walked through the cold

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As I walked through the cold, lonely streets of Melway, I decided to take the shortcut home Making a sharp right, I began to head towards the alleyway, which was dull and sinister.
The only sound of the night came from my own feet dragging over many pebbles and stones on the cement. The breeze was very bitter and piercing upon my body felling like needles hammering into my flesh

From somewhere in the distance I sensed movement as I moved closer, anxiety and fear grew. The first thing I noticed about him was his clothing He was dressed in a printed t-shit, a pair of plain old thongs, bored shorts firmly at his knees held up by a black rusty belt, buckled loosely around his bony hips. He was tall, and bow legged, and freckled, he had blond hair and small ringed cobalt eyes, and what frequently goes with such things.

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He sat on a dirty card bored box that was on the ground, hugging his knees close to his chest to protect himself from the cold. His eyes gazed and never left the pile of empty juice cans, which lay two feet away in front of him. The only movement was his constant and continuous shivering.

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