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I slipped down the alley, hating how creepy it was when there wasn't much light about. The afternoon was fading into evening almost as fast as the heat was pouring out of my bag of chicken. It would be cold by the time I got home, but that was fine with me. Cold food was better than no food.
I checked over my shoulder before hopping over the low wall and into the ruins I'd called my home for the past couple of weeks. I shouldn't stick around too much longer or else one of the other street dwellers might discover the place and take it from me. I'd learned it was best just to accept the loss and move on when that happened. Or better yet, move on before it could happen.
I ran into something hard and fell backwards, not catching myself in time and crashing to the floor in a heap. At least
