Picking Up Where We Left Off
She was always light on her feet. Her petite posture seemed weightless and easy to slip through every c***k and hid behind objects that were only slightly larger than her. The streets were empty though, she didn't need much hiding except from her father's armed men standing around at her house. The blackness sometimes gets into her head and creepy images start to emerge in her mind of all the things she had seen through her dreams or whatever place that she went to when she drifted from reality and wonder if those things she saw would come after her in the dark. Her steps were increasingly faster as the fear built up in her head. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the streets of Mofocity, a sound of a can being kicked from an alley and a cough set her off to run. She started to realize
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